Part 78
His Thanksgiving had gone pretty well, Paul thought. Quinn had helped him with the cooking, after taking a nap, getting off at 6 a.m., and seemed to be in a fairly good mood. She got along well with his parents and his sister and her husband and their kids. They watched part of the game on T.V., and talked awhile, then his sister and her husband had to go visit his folks' for awhile, and then his parents left, and Quinn right after them, so that he was the only one there when Elizabeth Webber came to the door.
"Sorry I am here so late," Elizabeth said. "Looks like everyone is gone! Where's Quinn?"
"No problem, come on, have a seat. They went home, and Quinn went to her parents'."
"Don't you go with her?"
"I might have, but it worked out funny, because they are over those Russians', you know, Smith's family."
"You couldn't go there?"
"A thought, but it never came out as an option! The whole thing got difficult to settle as it was! Oh, well. She'll have to go and keep her comrades warm on her own!"
"You're a little upset?"
"I guess. I know it's more than I should be. What can a guy do? Smith's problems seem to intrigue Quinn and he always has a problem. Hey! Let's come up with a plan to perfect Smith's life!"
Elizabeth smiled, a Mona Lisa-like smile. "Hey! Let's come up with a plan to create peace in the Middle East."
Paul laughed. He felt happier than he had in days. "You deserve a drink for that!" he said, holding up two bottles. "Red or white?"
Later, he showed her around and told her his plans for various rooms. She had a few opinions of her own on both the remodeling and the decoration. He listened, recognizing that she was artistic, after all, so her opinions could be worthwhile.
The whole day had been better than he had thought it would be.
