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couldn't see adding to that ugly tradition by running to the airport with a fistful of roses,
prepared to make the plane pull back to the gate so she could escape. The grand
gestures were escalating to the point where someone was going to have to climb Mount
Everest in order to prove something, and that was no good. "If this is how she wants it,"
he breathed to himself, "this is how it's going to be."
He checked his watch. 7:05. They were probably gone. He drank beer and cried for
about fifteen minutes, and then he gathered up his stuff and headed home.
part two: bolt
There were things you were allowed to miss and things you had to show up for, and
Thanksgiving with Grams was not optional. She called, you answered. She asked you,
you went. Even, in Dawson and Joey's case, if it meant flying all the way from
California. So it was that they were there, side by side in coach, somewhere over
Oklahoma, when Dawson decided to bring up the obvious. "So, have you told anybody
about us?"
She put down her magazine and grinned coyly at him. "What about us, exactly?"
"Well," his voice dropped to what he thought was his enticing growl, but which always
struck Joey as more like a whine played at half-speed. "That we're back together."
"I told Bessie," she said with a chipper nod. "Bessie knows."
"But not anybody else?"
"Who else am I going to tell?" She shrugged broadly. "Jack's preoccupied with his own
flourishing love life, Jen's so wrapped up in her classes that she and I have spoken a
total of three times since September . . . and you know I don't talk to Pacey very much,
so . . . that about does it." Suddenly, a distressing thought hit. "Have you told
anybody?"
"No. I thought Thanksgiving might be a good opportunity, actually. Sharing glad tidings
with family and friends is actually one of the few holiday traditions I enjoy." He kissed
her dully on the mouth, and he tasted like gum, as always.