You had grown up in Tulsa and had always hung out with the gang. You had to move to Dallas because of your parents. You had promised the minute you could you’d move back.

It had been a few years and you were finally old enough to move back. You decide what better time than Thanksgiving, since you hadn’t been there for the others.

It was Thanksgiving day, you had been there a few days to get settled into your new place but hadn’t been by the Curtis house yet. You walked over and were standing right outside the door about to knock on the door.