by Lindy Abrahams

Created on: April 22, 2008   Last Updated: June 11, 2008

Sandy woke up to the smell of cinnamon and mint that lingered downstairs. She looked up at the clock that hung up on the kitchen wall, it was nine thirty. She'd specifically woken up to get started on thanksgiving dinner, but as she explored her surroundings she noticed that things had been tampered with and her senses didn't usually betray her.

Further into the kitchen carrots, greens, potato salad spread across the kitchen counter all covered with cling film. She paced over to the fridge and to her surprise found trifles, puddings, jellies staring back at her. She slammed the fridge a bit too hard and a note dropped and landed at her feet.

It read: The turkey is stuffed and ready, all you need to do is stick in the oven. It will be done in time for the gathering.

She frowned at the note and gazed around the kitchen again then turned her attention back to the note as if somehow it would reveal the answer to what she was looking for. She studied the note and read the last bit, PS Potato salad is made. More potatoes peeled over in the sink and can be cooked for mash. Happy thanks giving.

This didn't make much sense; she loved thanksgiving but lately she'd not been up to it. Had Ted, Sally and Tony made all this food? She'd constantly whined about being the one who always volunteered to host because the rest of the family was either too busy or just couldn't cook. For the past six years she'd been cooking and entertaining and no one seemed to notice. Eating was the part everyone else played, cooking and cleaning had been assigned to her. Two days ago she'd mentioned to Ted that she was on the verge of almost canceling. He had begged her not to, it would ruin everything for everyone and it was a bit too late to cancel. Although she promised to host this time, it was going to be the last year.

She gazed back at the food that had been prepared and sighed. This was strange, nothing had happened like this before. She pinched herself just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Had Ted and the kids gone out of their way to cook this meal over night? She laughed at the thought of it.

Sandy headed for the phone in the living room and almost tripped over Ted's navy blue shirt that lay across the floor. Annoyed she picked it up and caught a whiff of mint and noticed a white powdery stain that looked like flour on the shirt. She thought for a second, but was sure Ted only knew the recipe to beans on toast, there was no way he could've done all this. Sally on the other hand was only

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