"Yeah, I'm with you on that one," Thomas said, stretching his legs out a little further and sighing. He'd eaten food he could never remember eating today, eaten food whose name he couldn't even remember and it had all been so good. He felt selfish and greedy but so content.

He'd worry about his guilt later.

"This what Thanksgiving's usually like?" he asked. He'd seen some movies about it on television lately but he knew that everything seemed to be romanticized and exaggerated to make a good story.