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Andy Andy It may be called a zone, but instead is called by the name of the playroom, library, and living room. The whole house is very large and beautifully decorated. Oriental brocade carvings, oil paintings, and many of the precious objects collected through foreign trips or by his father. But in spite of the elegance of the house, each room has a cozy feel to it. This is because of the warm light and the extremely comfortable chairs. I'm on it. Stella does not trust a lot of things - salad dressings bought in the store, gifts donated back, the name they have hyphenated in the middle, for example - and is extremely fond of sitting comfortably. "There's nothing to destroy a dinner faster than hard chairs," she once told me sincerely. When I mentioned the characteristics of such furniture, I always felt I should shovel into a notebook for the next reference. However, in a house with many comfortable rooms, Beautiful, the kitchen is probably still my favorite place. I love the caramel colored walls, the countertop pavilions, the heavy bronze pan pans hanging from the hooks on the bar. I was enthralled by the picturesque window-frames and the fireplaces on the walls where people could gather. That is really the kind of bright, spacious kitchen that we often see in movies. The kitchen features a family filled with happiness with the mother still has a solid traditional tradition; daddy, dear; the daughter is cute, beautiful; and the two beautifully-timed boys passed by dipping a wooden sink into the boiling pots on the Viking kitchen and praising the food of the loving mother or the steward. Everything about the kitchen was perfect - just like the family lived in it. I remember thinking of those things when I reached into the warm soapy water and took two silver teaspoons. I think how fortunate I am to be here - that this is precisely what people expect to feel for Thanksgiving - except, perhaps, temperatures up to 15 degrees Celsius. I was very disappointed - this is no longer the case since my mother died. My father tried to maintain a family tradition for a few years, but Sharon changed everything - not intentionally, simply because she had a stepchild and had her own way of life. That year, Sharon and my dad went to Cleveland to visit Sharon's own son, John, and his newlywed wife, Leslie, who had been Ohio State's athletic captain, something Sharon seemed to self-destruct. Too proud. So left Suzanne and I take care of ourselves, and although I do not quite believe that there are two sisters who are still creating a satisfying Thanksgiving, When both of us were not good at cooking, I was willing to try. But Suzanne is not. She told me she would "do nothing for this holiday". I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I have become accustomed to your erratic mood and know that imposing a traditional Thanksgiving on her is not wise at all. So I was so happy when Margot invited me to go home with her. At that time, when Andy asked me about my family, I told him some of these things carefully so as not to sound bitter and haggard with me. father and sister. Or worse, it sounded like Margot's poor helpless friend. And then he had just finished tying his blue folded apron, much to give, not for the sake of doing anything, listening attentively. Say, "I'm happy to have you here. The happier I am, the more I say it all the time. "I smile, thinking that a lot of people use the idiom, but the Grahams really believe it, and only in today's day. At least half a dozen friends passed by, including Margot's high school boyfriend, Ty, who bought several dozen rounds of Henri's, old bread in Atlanta. Margot refuses, but he is clearly still in love with her - or at least he is still very fond of her family. I can understand that. "You know," I told Andy, "most families are not like this." "What's wrong?" "Nice," I say. "Happiness." "We scare you," Andy said. "All is just outside code." For a moment, I was very nervous, almost disillusioned. Is there a secret about a dark family that I do not know? Abuse that? Or worse, there is a hopeless final diagnosis, like what changed everything in my family? I glanced at Andy and saw his cheerful expression, the overwhelming feeling of liberation. My dream of the Graham family as a family of prosperity and happiness is completely intact, overcoming all the anxiety."Just kidding. Except for James, "he said, referring to his younger brother, the multiracial sweetheart of his family who was living in his backyard guest room. nicknamed Kato Kaelin (1). James has just dropped a job - he has more "horrible bosses" than anyone I've ever known - and he recently broke at least three of his finest gift cars. But James's lurid ways seemed to only add to the excitement, and the rest of the family just shook their head in disbelief. Andy and I were silent for a few minutes, our elbows inadvertently touching. each other when working, after he said, his voice sad, "So you hear anything from the guy or come with me? Leo, right? "My heart skipped a beat. I just thought of Leo early in the morning, wondering whether he was on vacation with his family in Queens or just for the holidays, the kind of Suzanne. I can see he is still working hard, especially if he has a very tight deadline. However, thinking about him is one thing, talking about him is another. I took a deep breath, choosing words with extreme caution. I feel like I'm officially announcing something, and although I want to be precise, I also want to be strong. "No," I finally said. That phrase is a bit exaggerated, based on my mournful life, but I argue that it now has a booklet from Leo. Also, if this person does not contact the other one once after the last two farewells, is not that the definition of a clean room? No matter how deep we feel? I thought about one time I almost called Leo. That day just after September 11th. Almost a week has passed, but the country - and of course New York - is still in the panic of sadness and horror. I know that the agency and the Leo are not close to the World Trade Center, and that they rarely have the opportunity to go to New York's financial district. But however. There were so many horrible things about that day - the story of the people who came to where they usually did not come - so I started to imagine the worst thing. Besides, as I reasoned with Margot, I received a lot of calls from old friends, even my early adopters, to check on me. Is not that a correct thing of compassion? After all, I must have bitter feelings for Leo, but I want you alive. My pleadings did not affect Margot, she convinced me that she could not, under any circumstances, contact Leo, and she succeeded with a simple argument without complaint. I do not have a call to check you, right? "I poured some more dishwashing liquid into the stream coming down the stove, the lemon scattered in the air, Andy nodded, Absolutely perfect always good. "I mumbled agree. "Yes. I really can not understand people who become close friends of the former lover. "" You understand, "Andy said. "There are people who keep a fire." "Like Ty," I said, laughing. "That's correct," Andy said. "Like this, come on, dear, let the passion drown out." I laughed, thinking that I definitely let the passion shut down with Leo, not that I have much choice in This, "Andy stopped the topic and asked the next question," are you meeting anyone now? "I shook my head. "Not. Not necessarily. Occasionally there are some appointments - most of which are introduced by Margot. I think she came to set me up with all the honest boys of the fashion industry ... but nothing serious ... what about you? "I asked that question though basically He knew his

condition - he was free to return after a brief relationship with a New York actress named Felicia demanding too much pamphlet - a drama queen even when not on stage. "Andy," while giving me a crystal glass. He threw me a smile that made me suddenly wonder if he was doing anything more than a game. It can help you wash your dishes. Could Margot's brother really like me? No way, my first instinct told me. Although Andy is very friendly, easy-going, and even a little silly, he's still Margot's very, very successful brother, which makes him feel outside my world, or at least a restricted area. So I dragged any romantic fantasies about Andy off my head as we continued to rinse and rinse and dry dishes. Then suddenly we finished the work. And so strange, I suddenly felt regret. "That's it," he said, dry his hands, take off his apron and folded to the counter. I pulled the lid out of the basin and watched the water flow, initially slowly but then rolled. I dry my hands and wipe the counter of the kitchen with a c