Thanksgiving at the Petrellis

As if the madness hasn't already reached operatic heights, I have to be the one the family goes to for Thanksgiving dinner.

I do not even know how people are going to be arriving! R.S.V.P's only go so far when some family members are alive but missing. I have to let Dean and Deluca know my order way ahead of time.
What? I don't do cooking-why should I?
Look, I want to know if Peter is going to be there. If he is alive, I need to know if I need to add him to the table plan.

Peter always helped me with holiday meals, from planning to holding the
meals. He was my rock,my friend and he helped me believe in myself. Peter also helped me pick out outfits for each event.
When I first was unable to walk, I was an emotional mess,I mean total
wreck and it was Thanksgiving Day. I didn't want to go anywhere and I had to go
to a charity dinner Mama was heading up.
Of course, Nathan was not around,he was probably with some tramp.
"You are going and you will blow everyone away by your beauty." he whispered to me softly.
I was in bed at the time wearing my Hello Kitty pajamas and did not intend to get up.
"My life is over Peter,you have to face up to the truth."I snuffled.
That is when he actually picked me up and dragged me into my shower.
"Peter! I am your brother's wife!"
Water was soaking his clothes as he found my Philosophy shower gel "Yeah and I am a nurse and you need taking care of."
I know what some of you smutty-minded people must be thinking and he just helped me to shower.
He and I went to that dinner and had a wonderful time and it was so much fun.

Nathan never knew about that day and I doubt he would of cared. This is a new
year and I am hoping a new Nathan. An honest,caring Nathan who I can love again.
Please Peter, come home.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!