Marlene knocked on Mr. Balloons' door.
“Marlene, is something wrong? “
“No, nothing. Can't I just come by and say hello?”
"Well, I don't know... "
“If you're angry at me, I get it. I can leave.”
"Wait... How about a cup of hot cocoa?"
“Really. Come on and sit down. “
Mr. Balloons placed the cup of hot cocoa in front of Marlene. "So, do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?"
“I don't think so. My friends and family have pretty much shunned me now.”
“I know! You can have Thanksgiving here with me.”
“I don't know. I wouldn't want to intrude.”
“You wouldn't be.
"Alright. I'll be spending Thanksgiving with you then."
“In here, dear. I'm just setting up the kitchen.”
"Whoa. Aren't we the only ones eating, though?"
“So? Who says we can't have a feast with just the two of us? You know, my wife used to be in charge of this.”
"You must miss her." "I do. Especially around the holidays, My wife was sick for a long time and passed away right before Halloween. It was her favorite holiday. Enough about me. Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Girlfriend. Well, I had a girlfriend. I guess she's my ex."
“What happened, Marlene?”
“Well, let's just say she wasn't the right one,” Marlene smiled.
“You're into girls then?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not. I like how open you are about it.”
“I'm not one to be ashamed of my sexual orientation.”
“That's very admirable. You know, Carnie and I never had kids. I've always regretted that decision.”
“You can adopt me as your daughter,” Marlene joked.
“You know, that's not a bad idea,” Mr. Balloons smiled.