Chapter Eighteen: Thanks for the Memories

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Izzie Stevens had gotten up before the sun, preparing for one of her favorite holidays, Thanksgiving. She had invited her Joe and his boyfriend, Alex, Cristina, Alex, Eddie, and Eddie's best friend, Eli, who was flying in for two days to see her at Thanksgiving.

 And, this time was the first time Izzie was hosting. Usually, growing up she and her mother would eat at the diner she worked at, since it served a Thanksgiving Dinner Special, or she always went to a boyfriend's or friends house while in medical school. But this was the first time she was cooking and hosting Thanksgiving dinner.

Eddie promised to come over for a while to help her prep and cook, along with brining some dishes premade over to help Izzie prep before she went to the airport to pick up Eli. Which Izzie needed all the help she could get. While she baked and was a pretty decent chef, she had never made a Thanksgiving Dinner before.

Izzie dumped  a frozen turkey into the kitchen sink to thaw. And, then she  gathers recipes and books out in preparation for cooking Thanksgiving dinner.

Over the past few days, Eddie helped her come up with a game plan that would make the prep and cooking of the dinner go smoothly. With that list already on the counter, Izzie felt ready, despite the fear she might mess this up.

She prepped and ready to go. Time to start.

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Gratitude, appreciation, giving thanks. No matter what words you use, it all means the same thing. Happy.

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Meredith is dressed to go out sneaking down the stairs. She sneaks past the kitchen peeking quickly to see if Izzie is there.

She had agreed to work Thanksgiving at the hospital. She wasn't big on Thanksgiving. There wasn't much for her to be thankful for this year: mom has Alzheimer's and she was getting worse and worse, Derek chose Addison, whom cheated on him, and she had her heart broken.

Plus, she had the possibility of getting into some surgeries. That sounded better than small talk and food pretending she was thankful.

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We're supposed to be happy. Grateful for friends, family, happy just to be alive...

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"Hey." Izzie said, catching Meredith half-way through the foyer.

Meredith stops in her tracks instantly and spins around. She saw Izzie is standing right behind her with a recipe book.

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Whether we like it or not.

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