Chapter 147

“Thank you, Sanjay.” I pass him a twenty-dollar tip and climb out of the car. He pokes his head out of the window, glancing at the building behind me. “You be safe now, Mrs. James, won’t you? Call me when you need picking up.” “I can get a ride home with one of the other volunteers, Sanjay. You go home and enjoy your Thanksgiving.” He eyes me with suspicion. “You call me if you need me. Okay?” I nod and wave him off before spinning on my heel and heading toward the entrance to the building, passing a few stragglers on my way. “Afternoon, Miss,” one of them says, his salt-and-pepper hair unkempt and his face drawn. “Good afternoon, sir. Are you coming inside?” I jerk my head toward the double doors. “You have to get in early for a good seat. I hear all the best pie is gone by four.” His smile makes his eyes crinkle at the corners, and the kindness in his expression makes me wonder about his story. So many people here have heartbreaking stories, and they make me truly thankful for the pr