“Here, here,” Mark said, as everyone clapped.  Everyone around Bette and Tina then stepped to give either Bette or Tina a kiss, or offer a handshake.

Rose whispered to Bette, who she was standing next to, “I’d like to offer my thanks, too.”  Bette nodded,
and laid a friendly arm across her shoulder.  She whistled for the crowd to quiet down.

“Everyone,” she called out, “For those of you who haven’t met Rose and Jason, we’d like to ask for your special prayers for them tonight.  And Rose would like to offer thanks, also, for all of us.”

The crowd stilled, and waited for Rose, who was holding Jason up in her arms, so that he could see what was going on.  She was holding back tears.

“There’s a Native American saying that seems fit for Jason and I tonight, and perhaps for all of us…and it goes, “Give thanks for unknown blessings that are already on their way.”

“Beautiful, Rose,” Bette said gently, as she kissed Rose and Jason on their cheeks.  Everyone agreed and
clapped.

After a few minutes, George called out, “So who’s cutting that gorgeous bird?”

Bette smiled, shaking her head, as he winked at her.  “I guess you are!,” she responded, tossing him an apron that Lara had handed to her.

He was laughing as he walked up to Bette, tying the apron on.  He bent to give her a hug, whispering, “Happy Thanksgiving, beautiful.”

Bette smiled fondly at him as she handed him the carving knife and fork set.

Logan stepped in, wielding a battery-powered knife.  “I think it’ll take two of us, George.  She’s a handful for just one guy.”

George winked at Bette again, “That she is Logan.  That she is…”

Logan laughed, catching George’s meaning.   George was an inveterate flirt.  But Bette was clearly impervious to him, and to the assorted attempts he’d seen men and women try to attract Bette’s attention, that he’d witnessed himself when he and Bette had been out, or at parties in his own plush Fifth Avenue penthouse apartment.  Even tonight, he’d seen that blonde wearing the short revealing dress tonight had tried to sidle up to Bette a couple of times, but couldn’t penetrate.