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still in the kitchen muttering to herself and making a complete mess that I am sure one of us will be cleaning up for her later. After looking over at her, he comes over to sit beside me on the couch. "What the hell is she doing now?"
    "I have no fucking idea. I tried to help her, and it only got me yelled at. You couldn't pay me to go back in that kitchen tonight." At that point, it was every man for himself. If Dave wants to know what she's doing, he will have to go it alone. My ass is sitting right here on the couch.
    David rubs the back of his neck while watching her move around the kitchen determinedly. "Do you think I should check on her?" Lowering his voice, he says, "She really has no idea what she's doing in there. Tomorrow is going to be a fucking catastrophe. You know that right?"
    "Oh yeah, I'm not looking forward to whatever's going to happen tomorrow. You realize we're going to have to grin and bare it, and act like whatever she makes is damn delicious." David groans, and I feel a modicum of satisfaction that I'm not the only one that is going to have to fake it tomorrow.

    Thanksgiving morning, SarahBeth is the first one up. David and I stumble out of our bedrooms at what feels like the ass-crack of dawn because of all the noise coming from the kitchen. She has the turkey in the oven and is struggling with the recipe for her grandmother's stuffing. After shooting me a wide-eyed look, David heads into the kitchen to offer assistance, but she immediately declines, telling him that we should be hanging out watching football. That would be great, except it's only eight in the morning so there aren't any games on yet.
    David offers an escape plan; we can look at the plans for the renovations to Drench that we are going to start after the weekend. We both have put so much time into making sure the place got off the ground and started bringing in money that renovating anything has been put on the back burner until this point. We spend the majority of the morning in what had once been Dave Sr.'s office making sure everything was in place before venturing back out to check on SarahBeth.
    When we come out of the office, she's nowhere to be found and the kitchen looks like a bomb went off in there. David looks at me, silently asking if I know where she is, and I just shrug. How the hell am I supposed to know where she went? I'm not her damn keeper. He starts up the back stairs to look for her, calling her name as he goes and leaving me to search the ground floor. After searching the kitchen, den, living room and even the pantry, there's no sign of her. Based on the fact that David isn't back, I know he hasn't had any luck finding her either.
    The only place left to look is outside, so I open the French doors that lead out to the back deck and walk outside into the frosty November air to see her sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs with her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around them. She looks so small, even smaller than her petite 5'1" frame normally looks. She's wearing an oversized sweater and leggings, and the sweater swallows her whole body. Sticking my hands in my pockets, I slowly walk over to her, unsure if I'm going to get rational SarahBeth or the psycho that seems to take over her body at the slightest provocation.
    I take a seat on the chair next to her, and stretch my legs out in front of me looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She isn't crying, and she doesn't look ready to pull an Exorcism neck spin, so I think maybe I'm safe. "What're you doing out here Little Bit?"
    She sighs, "I've ruined everything."
    "I'm sure that's not true," I start, but she cuts me off with a bitter laugh.
    "Oh trust me, it's true. Did you know that you're supposed to take the neck and giblets out of the turkey before you put it in the oven? Because I didn't. I cooked it the entire time with all of that inside it."
    I'm not really sure what to say to that. The obvious, "didn't you read the directions?" won't go over