|Date of Cutscene:||26 November 2019|
|Location:||New York City|
|Cast of Characters:||Prismatic|
The Holidays had arrived an full force. All around NYC the streets were dressed up for myriad holidays -- but mostly bedecked in red and green, with some places in orange and brown for Thanksgiving. Right about this time, she remembered, her mother and father would have gotten their Boston home set. Cousins from Italy and Great Britain would be invited to partake in the strange American holiday, and the spread would be resplendent with pear slices wrapped in smoked meats, chocolate-dipped almond cookies, all manner of roast vegetables, mushroom caps stuffed with crackers and crab or sage stuffing, Italian sausages and English ciders and the butter cookies rom the one bakery she liked as a young one.
And now she shopped for her own dinner. She would have missed so many birthdays now. So many Christmases, Thanksgivings, celebrations and baptisms. Performances and marriages and the funeral of her great uncle Paul.
Bananas, oatmeal. Pasta. Cheap carbs. Beans, canned chicken. Buffalo sauce, cream cheese, tortillas. Cat food for The Warrior (including the mushy kind he liked, with salmon. It was his Thanksgiving too).
Canned cranberry jelly, a can of gravy. A couple boxes of stuffing, and turkey lunchmeat completed the meal, with a loaf of day-old Italian bread from the bakery.
Plastic bags rattled as she wandered her way back to her apartment in Bushwick. Tomorrow night she'd make her own meal. Wednesday she was playing at a restaurant for their 'Home Dinner' feast. And Thursday?
Thursday she would be down at the shelter, giving out hot meals and entertaining the kids, and in the evening helping at one of the churches for their Thanksgiving services.
Hope was in short supply during the holidays, even rarer in Mutant Town most days. No one deserved to be alone.