(Trudy POV)
It was late in the night and I had finally got myself in my car. The ride was silent as I imagined possible outcomes in my mind.
What if he turns me a way? I mean the last time we talked he had practically slammed the door in my face
Pushing those thoughts out of my mind. I'm just going to apologize if he chooses to accept that good and if he doesn't, well that's his problem.
I'll listen some music until I arrived but as soon as I reached for the radio my phone went off
"Hello?" I asked without checking the caller ID
"Hey Trudy, it's Francisco."
"What's up? It's been awhile Mr. Estevez"
"Trudy what did I say?"
"Sorry, what can I help you with Francisco?" I asked
"Yeah I'm currently out of town for a while, but I will make it home by Thanksgiving morning"
"So?"
"I want to have a nice Thanksgiving dinner with my son but I'm not really good at cooking. We haven't had anything like that since... well you know" he said
"Yeah"
