“They already do,” Freddie said. “Go to any souvenir stand. I walked past one the other day and someone had stuck a wad of gum on Bex’s nose.”

“For some reason those postcards don’t feel as over-the-top to me as a commissioned portrait,” I said. “But I guess it’s part of the job.”

I hadn’t noticed that Nick was noodling with his phone until he plonked it on the table with a plasticky thud. “Yes, right, the portrait. How is that going? Any better?”

Richard, himself an artist, had handpicked for my portrait a British painter who’d spent most of his life memorializing wildlife in South Africa; they’d met once on a royal tour of the country and had a fulfilling discussion about pencils. At our first meeting, the guy circled me for fifteen minutes before saying, “Hmm.” He then snapped photographs from a variety of angles and sketched frantically. Three of these sessions had come and gone. Number four was scheduled for Tuesday.

“He seems uninspired by my face,” I said.

“Then he’s clearly a fool,” Freddie said chivalrously.

“Father seems keen,” Nick said. “He showed me loads of the man’s work yesterday.”

“He did?” Freddie asked. “I thought he was swamped this week.”

“He was,” Nick said. “With me.”

“Okay, well, we just ate a Thanksgiving meal, so let’s do some traditional giving of thanks,” Lacey jumped in, and I tried to send her a psychic message of my own gratitude for changing the subject. “I’ll start. I’m thankful that the turkey wasn’t raw.”

“I’m thankful for my metabolism,” Freddie said, popping another macaron into his mouth.

“I’m thankful Gran is still with us,” Nick said.

“Boo! Too earnest,” Freddie said around the cookie. “I’m thankful Father hasn’t called about work.”

“Lucky you. He’s texted me at least four times,” Nick said, glancing down at his phone.

Freddie absorbed this. “No rest for the wicked,” he said airily.

“My turn,” I said. “I’m thankful we are starting these damn renovations. Goodbye, floral bedrooms.”

“I’m thankful dating colleagues isn’t frowned upon at my work,” Olly said.

“I’m thankful I got the chance to go to Kenya,” Lacey said. “It’s changed me for the better. Who knows what would’ve happened if I hadn’t had to get away from—ahh, um.”

“Yes, I’m a bit less thankful for that, if you’ll forgive me,” Nick said.

There was a terrible pause.

“I’m thankful for uncomfortable silences,” I joked.

No one laughed.

“Well, no family holiday is, um, uncomplicated, but I’m thankful we’re here together,” I finished lamely.

“Indeed,” Nick said into his tumbler of scotch. “Family is so important.”

“Isn’t it?” Freddie said smoothly. “I’m personally thankful you came back from when you pissed off to parts unknown. Made my life a lot easier.”