Chapter 18
Thanksgiving Day had the potential to
degrade into bedlam.
After all, in addition to Tom, Maggie,
and their six children – three daughters and three sons – ranging from early
teens to mid-twenties, the guests included a fiancée to the second oldest Stone
daughter, two less serious dates brought by two Stone sons, Stephen and
Jennifer Grant, Ron McDermott, Zack Charmichael, Joan and George Kraus with
their two teenage daughters, and Michael Vanacore and his new girl friend,
Melissa Ambler. Add in Maggie’s mother, Nancy Chandler, and it came to twenty-two
in attendance.
Thanksgiving at the Stone home – a
large stone-exterior rectory sitting next to the castle-like St. Bartholomew’s
Anglican Church – was a first for Stephen and Jennifer. Since arriving at St.
Mary’s Lutheran Church years ago, Stephen had spent most Thanksgivings with his
friends Hans and Flo Gunderson, until they were murdered not long after they
had led the way building a new St. Mary’s church building.
On the large porch of the rectory, one
of the Stone offspring, the youngest son, Paul, greeted each guest upon arrival
with a sheet of paper. The ever-punctual Stephen was pleased. “Check this out,
Jen. It’s a schedule for the day. Nice.”
Jennifer looked at her husband,
smiled, and said, “Excited about a schedule. Sometimes, you’re so weird.”
Stephen replied, “Hey, this is
impressive.”
Tom greeted his two friends. He looked
at Jennifer, and said, “I missed it. Why is your husband weird?”
“Oh, it’s just odd that he’s getting
excited about your schedule.”
Tom corrected, “Not my schedule.
That’s my wife’s. And I agree, it’s a bit anal-retentive. But as you’ll see, it
actually works.”
Stephen gave Jennifer and Tom a mock
look of disapproval and said, “Well, at least, I will compliment Maggie on the
schedule.” He read it over. “So, the Stone Bowl kicks off in about an hour.
Dinner at 4:30. And topped off with a movie at 7:30. What are we watching?”
Tom said, “It’s a longtime tradition
in the Stone household to watch Christmas
in Connecticut on Thanksgiving.”
Jennifer shook her head. “Are you
serious?”
Tom looked somewhat bewildered at
Jennifer and Stephen, who flashed a broad smile. “Yes, what’s the deal? Problem
with the movie?”
Stephen answered, “Quite the contrary.
That’s a wonderful film with Barbara Stanwyck.”
Jennifer explained, “Stephen watches that
movie every year. Has for … how long?”
Stephen thought. “Actually, since I
was a kid. In recent years, at least when the schedule permitted.”
Jennifer added, “He was worried that
we might not get home early enough tonight to watch his usual Thanksgiving
movie, which is White Christmas. That
kicks off about a month and a half of Christmas films for the movie buff I
married.”
“I also happen to be a big fan of Bing
Crosby, as you both know. But Stanwyck in Christmas
in Connecticut works nicely, too.”
It was Tom’s turn to shake his head.
“Your wife is right. You are weird. But I’ve known that for a while now.”
Stephen retorted, “Right, this from a
guy who wears shorts and a Hawaiian shirt no matter what time of year it is as
long as the temp is over 50. It’s supposed to be an unseasonable 60 today, so
why not the typical Tom Stone attire?”
Stephen and Jennifer were in touch
football attire, as instructed by their hosts. They wore sneakers, blue jeans
and a polo shirt – Stephen’s a bright red with long sleeves, and Jennifer in
Stephen’s favorite for her, a short-sleeve pink.
Tom said, “Not today. As I told you, this
is the annual Stone Bowl.” Tom had sweatpants and sneakers on, but he seemed
particularly proud of the blue jersey he wore, with “Stone Bowl” written across
the front above a big number 1, and “Number One Dad” across the back above
another big 1.
Behind Jennifer and Stephen came the
Kraus family. None looked dressed for football. Joan wore brown boots, a tweed
skirt and a cream-colored, lightweight, short-sleeve sweater. In his typical
conservative, lawyer fashion, George was in a white, pinstriped, button-down
shirt, gray pants, and black, wingtip shoes. Their daughters, Grace and Faith, who
shared their mother’s bright red hair, fair skin and large eyes, didn’t look
ready for tossing around the pigskin either in tight-fitting leggings and glittery
flats.
After hugs and pecks on cheeks were
exchanged, Grace and Faith hurried off to find Tom’s daughters.
Stephen said, “George, you do not look
dressed for touch football.”
“I’m not. Bad back does not allow for
football.” He looked at Tom. “Not even for the Stone Bowl, Tom, sorry.”
“No worries, you’ll just have to eat
and drink with the fans.”
George replied, “I’m well equipped to
do that.”
Stephen turned to Joan, “And no Stone
Bowl for you either, Joan?”
“Unlike Jen, I do not do football,
even when it’s touch.”
Joan Kraus and Jennifer Grant were
beyond close friends, being more like sisters. That being the case, Stephen and
George claimed to be quasi-brothers-in-law.
Jennifer said, “But you do do wine.”
She stopped and looked quizzically. “Does that sound right? Oh well, I have a
crumb cake for Maggie, so let’s go see what we can do to help. She always has
nice wines for the kitchen help.”
Joan added, “If I had more than 20
people over for Thanksgiving, I’d be well into my second bottle by now.”
As Jen and Joan moved toward the
kitchen, Tom, Stephen and George followed. Eventually, Tom and Stephen moved
out the backdoor and went down a few steps onto a patio. The yard behind the
rectory and church was expansive, sloping gently down to a small lake.
With beers in hand, they headed in the
direction of a group talking and casually tossing around a football.
This was another rare social occasion
when Ron McDermott could be found in non-clerical attire, sporting tan work
boots, brown pants and a long-sleeve, tan, cotton button down. Other than for
golf, Stephen knew that this was about as casual as Ron got outside the St.
Luke’s rectory – and sometimes within the rectory.
The other four people, however, were
in the full spirit of the Stone Bowl.
Zack had his Seahawks jersey on, and
Tom’s oldest daughter, Cara, also wore a “Stone Bowl” jersey. Cara, at 27 years
old, was a younger version of her mother, including the strawberry-blond hair, but
longer, bright blue eyes and smile. Stephen noticed that the two seemed more
interested in each other than the football. Well,
that’s intriguing.
Stephen had not seen Mike Vanacore in a
while, noting that the young, billionaire video game entrepreneur, and leading
supporter of parochial education, was still sporting thick blond hair and Clark
Kent glasses. Vanacore was from, and still lived in California, but also had a
house on Long Island, He was an active member at St. Bart’s. His football
preferences were clear from his San Diego Chargers jersey.
But it was the fourth person in the
group who drew Stephen’s attention. He whispered to Tom, “Who is that with
Mike? She looks familiar.”
Stephen was referring to a tall, thin,
beautiful woman with long, straight blond hair. She also had a Chargers jersey
on, though cut to reveal her stomach and belly button, along with Capri-style
jeans and white sneakers.
Tom answered, “Familiar? Really? Does
Jen know that?”
Stephen said, “Meaning what?”
Tom continued, “That’s Melissa Ambler.
I guess there’s no other way to put it: She’s a supermodel. She and Mike have
been dating for a bit. I believe she was in the most recent SI swimsuit issue.”
Stephen retorted, “And how would you
know that? And does Maggie know?”
“Touché. She’s also been in some
cosmetics commercials.”
“Interesting.”
Tom added, “That’s not all. She’s got
an MBA. Mike constantly mentions her business smarts.”
They stopped and looked at each other.
Stephen smirked and said, “Her
business smarts. That’s what he talks about constantly?”
Tom replied, “Yes, and what are you
possibly implying?” His fake outrage lasted mere seconds, when they laughed,
clinked their bottles, and drank some beer.
Everyone greeted Stephen warmly.
The Stone Bowl was waged in good fun,
but with more than just a light touch of competitiveness, between two teams of
eight. The effective St. Bart’s home team – featuring the Stone family, along
with Mike and Melissa – won a tight contest, with an interception by Mike
returned for a touchdown to make it final.
Stephen threw the pick, and
immediately knew he would not live that down with his friends – and his wife – for
the entire coming year, until the next Stone Bowl.
Later, with a feast featuring two
turkeys spread across two large tables arranged in a T, Tom stood and everyone
fell silent.
“For those who have never been at a
Stone family Thanksgiving, I officially welcome you, and thank God for your
being with us. We don’t do anything like putting individuals on the spot saying
what they’re thankful for. We leave that to each of you personally with the
Lord. But I do take the opportunity to reflect a bit in our dinner prayer. So,
please bow your heads.”
Everyone did so.
Tom continued:
“Dear Jesus, our
Lord and Savior, we have so much to be thankful for, truly. We thank you for
the family and dear friends you have brought together here today, and for the
many hands that brought forth the bounty of which we are about to partake, from
the farms and ranches, and every other point along the way, into our own
kitchen.
“But what we are
most thankful for is your sacrifice and atonement for our sins, your love,
forgiveness and gifts of salvation and eternal life, and your coming to us
through Word and sacrament. And we thank you for your Church. While it is
broken and fragmented in so many ways due to man’s sin, it remains Your Church,
and the place where believers can gather together to hear the Word, partake in
the Lord’s supper, learn, and help, support and strengthen each other.
“Jesus, Your Church
again has come under attack, with sin and the Evil One working to limit the
reach of the Gospel. We pray for strength to have the courage to do what is
right, to protect the Church, no matter what the price.
“Finally, sweet
Jesus, we pray for those who gather on this Thanksgiving, but know not who they
should be thanking for their families, their friends, their blessing and their very
lives. We pray that through Your grace, through the Holy Spirit, through an
awakening of faith, they will come to know You.
“And we pray all of
this, in Your precious name. Amen.”
All around the table echoed, “Amen.”
Maggie looked at her husband, and
squeezed his hand. She turned to her family and guests, and said, “Please,
everyone, eat and enjoy.”
Stephen was seated on the other side
of Tom, and whispered, “Nice prayer.”
Tom replied, “Thanks. All credit, of
course, goes to Him.” After a short pause, as he spooned some au gratin
potatoes onto his plate, he added, “Although, I pondered adding thanks for that
pick you threw giving us the Stone Bowl. But I thought it might make the prayer
go too long.”
Stephen smiled. “And so it starts. I’m
never going to hear the end of this, am I?”
Tom replied, “Of course not. What are
friends for?”
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