Baggage

Dad says he would like to have Thanksgiving with me and my sister. A family Thanksgiving. I guess he doesn't really tell me, but tells my sister, who tells me, over the phone, that he would like to have Thanksgiving with me and my sister, a family Thanksgiving. I tell her I'm not that keen on the idea and when she asks why, I tell her it's, I dunno, complex. Like, it is, and it isn't, you know? She says that she has no idea what I'm talking about, and furthermore, that I sound like an idiot. This is why I am not excited about a family Thanksgiving.

And then Guy calls. Out of nowhere, he says, "Curt, I'm moving back because this place is killing me."
"That's great, I guess," I say. But in truth, I don't know if it is or not. The whole Peggy Waters incident and the "baggage" that Guy seems to carry around with him.
"So we can be like roommates, right?" Guy says.
"What? I don't know..."
"Great. Hey look, I've been thinking. You've been great, Curt. Just great," Guy says. "You've really come through for me. I owe you. Big time."
"When are you moving back?" I ask.
"Within the week," Guy says. He asks for my address and asks where I keep the spare key.

Things are happening. Fast.
Nothing. And then, a whole lotta something.