Finding D&D - 5

As we sit, the timing of our next session occurs to me. "Are we good with two weeks today?" I ask. "That's the Friday before Thanksgiving." This all taking place in Canada, the crops come off the fields earlier in this great northern land, so naturally Thanksgiving comes in October.

"We're good," says John. "Monday, we drive to Red Deer to have turkey with Olivia's parents; usually get back around midnight. But we have no plans for Friday."

"Me either," shrugs Rick. He has no family nearby, I know; his people live in Ontario and he has little contact with them.

I ask him, "Has anyone invited you to Thanksgiving? Tamara and I are having the kids and grandkids around; if you want —"

"No, I'll pass. I might have to go out of town anyway... this winter I'll be out of town a lot. I landed that position I wanted, troubleshooting at oil and gas stations up north. It's solid work, but it means weeks away at a time. I'm not sure when I start, but it's supposed to be around Thanksgiving."

"Oh," I say. "Are you going to be back for games?"

Continued on The Higher Path