My phone chirped with a text message in the group chat that Chrissy, my wife, and I shared with our quasi-girlfriend, Liz. *Guess who’s cuming for Thanksgiving!?*
Chrissy and I had both grabbed our phones at nearly the same time and I heard his “Yessssss” as she read the text. We shared a lusty grin across the living room. Then I returned my attention to the phone and typed out a quick reply.
*All of us?* I wrote.
We had invited Liz to Thanksgiving a couple weeks ago, but she hadn’t yet been set on what she would be able to commit to. Thus is the strange chaos of 2020.
Liz replied with this gif of [Jennifer Lawrence winking](https://gfycat.com/compassionateflamboyanteel).
*Mimi too?* Chrissy replied, ever the practical one my wife.
*Yup! Jake is going to a COVID-fest at his parent’s and I refused.* Jake was Liz’s baby-daddy, who she lived with, but who she’d been on again off again for their entire relationship. Since coming to visit us during the opening months of quarantine, and being our little fuck doll during the visit, they had been permanently off again.