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It was a Tuesday in early November, and I was working from home when the phone rang. I answered it to hear Page's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Paul, Honey, its Page. How are you?" she asked in a chipper tone.

"I'm well, thanks. How are you doing?" I replied.

"Good, good. We've been getting some snow up here, believe it or not. I hope it snows when you boys are up here for Thanksgiving!" she said.

I responded with total silence. Trent hadn't mentioned anything about going to have Thanksgiving at his parents' house, but I recounted every conversation I could remember desperately trying to think of when he might have said something.

"Honey, don't you DARE tell me Trent hasn't talked to you about it." Page said, realizing what had happened.

"No, he hasn't." I replied.

"I'm going to kill him!" she said.

"Get in line." I replied.

I then heard Dan's voice in the background, "Don't tell me that boy didn't tell Paul about Thanksgiving."

"No, he sure didn't! What am I gonna do with him. I HATE it when he does this!" Page ranted.

Dan picked up an extension and said, "Paul, you might as well just come up and leave him to fend for himself!" and we all laughed.

"I have a better idea. I say we don't tell him, and see how long it takes for him to remember to tell me." I proposed.

I heard a door slam in the background at Page and Dan's house. It was Sarah, and she had news. "You won't believe this!" she announced to her parents, "I just got off the phone with Trent, and do you know he forgot to tell Paul about Thanksgiving? I told him he's in deep shit, and he's trying to figure out how to approach it with Paul."

"Sarah, Honey, you're a day late and dollar short. This is Paul on the phone, now, and your Daddy and I just realized that Paul didn't know they were coming." Page explained.

I heard another telephone extension being activated, and Sarah said, "Paul, I'll hold him for ya! You want me to have my assistant make all the reservations for you guys?"

"No, no. I'll make them, now. I need to find out what days Trent's off, and then I can book our flights, hotel, and car." I said.

"Now, Paul, you and I are getting ready to have a falling out! Don't you dare book a car or a hotel. You're staying right here with us, and you can use one of our cars if you need one. Stop all that nonsense. Just get your flights and get yourselves up here." Page said.

"Aw,