Come What May
A.N. Thanks for the reviews! Things have been crazy this past week, but hopefully they will calm down soon so these chapters won't take so long.
Chapter Three: Planning
When Cassandra woke up the next morning, the first thing she heard was her father in the kitchen, yelling, "Fine, Satine. Invite them! But I'm telling you, they are not going to come!
"Must be November." Cassandra said to herself. Every year her parents went through this argument about who to invite for Thanksgiving dinner. When she was little, the yelling had scared her so much that she grew to hate Thanksgiving. However, in the past few years she had changed her outlook on the whole situation. She now found her parents annual Thanksgiving planning arguments to be entertaining, rather than scary. She slipped her robe on and went to go stand at the top of the stairs to enjoy the show.
Cassandra smiled as she adjusted herself to get a better view. She had come right at the climax.
"Christian, I don't understand why you always get so upset at the prospect of me inviting your family to Thanksgiving!
"Because, Satine, I know that the will not show up and I don't see the point of wasting money on postage.
"How do you know they won't show up?
"Thanksgiving is an American holiday. My family members are all British. They are not going to travel all the way over here to celebrate a holiday that has nothing to do with their country. I should know. I lived with them for 21 years.
"You know, I never thought of that. Maybe you're right. We shouldn't invite them. But then who else are we going to invite? We can't just have it be you, me and Cassandra.
"And why not? I'd actually like to keep it small this year. We wouldn't have to spend the entire day cleaning the house, and we wouldn't have to be eating turkey leftovers for a month.
"I thought you liked turkey!
"I do. For one meal. But Satine, it seems that from Thanksgiving until Christmas, all we eat is turkey. Then on Christmas we get another turkey and we're eating that until the end of January. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing.
Satine sighed, and looked at the paper in her hand. "Well, the only other people I can think of to invite would be our little group of happy bohemians in Paris. We haven't seen them in such a long time.
"You know, you're right. They haven't been here since Cassandra was a year and a half old. But what about the whole international problem?
"Well, I'm sure that they will come anyway. Harold loves any holiday with a huge meal and the others will just follow him here.
Cassandra's ears perked up at the mentioning of Harold. Could this be the same Harold that she read about last night in the attic?
Her question was answered by Christian's next sentence. "Ok, we're inviting them. What exactly is the street address of the Moulin Rouge?