“This was by far, the bleakest and blackest of Fridays,” Craig said, sitting with his wife in the park near the serenity of a series of small waterfalls.
“You say that every year on the day after Thanksgiving,” Anna said. “But yes, last night’s dinner was extreme.”
“I just can’t fathom how gullible and, yes, stupid, some of my relatives are,” Craig said. “I’m sorry, Anna, but this is it. No more family Thanksgiving dinners at our home. Never again. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Never say never,” Anna said, trying to console her husband. “Trump won’t be president forever.”