Left Behind at Thanksgiving

Summary

The Thanksgiving holiday was looming, and the plan was to drive to my mother-in-law’s for the week.

The day before we were set to leave, my wife, Lillian, announced that her childhood sweetheart wanted to catch a ride with us.

I stared at her, incredulous. "But Aiden doesn't drive, does he?"

Lillian, who always complained about being behind the wheel, suddenly volunteered for the long haul.

Even my daughter, Mia, sided with them. "Daddy, Uncle Aiden isn't feeling well. You wouldn't make him squeeze onto a crowded train, would you?"