In the wake of Grenadine's unfortunate incident, the household gathers to celebrate Thanksgiving in spite of their worried hearts. Meryl has prepared a turkey in the hopes of bringing everyone together.
Gene stares longingly across the table at Vlad, hoping for a Thanksgiving miracle...
Meryl tries to redirect Gene's attention to the turkey to avoid an altercation.
The bird is exquisite, marinated in whiskey and garnished with potatoes, carrots, brussels sprouts, and pepperoni. Meryl cooked all day. Everyone is hungry for the bird.
Just as everybody is ready to dig in, Marie brings an extra chair downstairs, raising eyebrows across the table.
Before anyone can ask any questions, a stranger saunters in. He has a sleeping bag under one arm and a carton of Kools under the other.
"Meet Glenn," says Marie, as if she's rehearsed his introduction. "He's joining us for dinner as my personal guest."
Strangely, he's also bought a suitcase with him...
Dr. Leslie and Opal are relatively new here themselves, so they try to ignore the awkward quiet that has come upon the room. They just want to eat.
He walks around the table protectively. His intensity makes the good doctor sweat.
Glenn has also brought a bottle of Wild Turkey with him, but it appears to be for him alone to drink, as he offers a sip to no-one.
Vlad turns to Dr. Leslie and whispers, "Have you noticed anything odd about Glenn?"
The doctor takes in Vlad's concerns and promises to keep his eyes open.
Finally, everyone is seated. Meryl suggests going around the table and sharing something each person is thankful for.
After dinner, night falls and everyone retires to the living room for coffee and dessert. Opal fluffs Dr. Leslie's pillow, never wanting him to be uncomfortable. Gene reclines into a food coma, for she has eaten the most pepperoni. Vlad wishes he could relax, but he's on guard, never taking his eyes off of Glenn.
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