"Of course, darling. You know I always find ways to amuse myself," Emma replied slyly. "Although I shall have to pull together the pennies to go buy a pre-cooked turkey on sale tomorrow, for Hank and I to eat all next week. Leftovers are possibly the only part of the tradition I can't pass up."
Re: Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Late late late Friday night.