I brought it with me to school to show my friends,
 
 especially the ones who had looked skeptical when I
 
 had told them about the two older boys who said I
 
 could pass for a high school girl.
 
 Most of Raymond's letter was about his work at
 
 school, but he did say how much he had enjoyed
 
 spending time with me, and at the end, he signed it,
 
 "Fondly, Raymond."
 
 Toward the end of the first week, Daddy called
 
 to tell me about his plans for his next voyage. There
 
 was a lot of noise around him in his office, and even
 
 though it was a short talk, we were interrupted several
 
 times. He said he would try to write or call as soon as
 
 he reached the Canary Islands. Oh, how I missed him
 
 and how I tried not to hate Momma for driving him
 
 out of my life.
 
 A few nights later, Momma came into my room
 
 to announce that we were going to go to Farthinggale
 
 Manor for Thanksgiving dinner.
 
 "It's going to be the most magnificent
 
 Thanksgiving dinner we ever had. Many of Tony's
 
 wealthy friends will be there and he's even invited
 
 Patrick and Clarissa Darrow, the publishers of my
 
 illustrations, and of course, Elizabeth Deveroe, the
 
 decorator, and her husband, so there will be people we
 
 already know. Isn't that nice?"
 
 "But we've always had Thanksgiving here,
 
 Momma." It hadn't occurred to me until just this
 
 moment that Daddy wouldn't be home and with us for