Sook Faulk Please, Buddy—invite that boy here for Thanksgiving dinner.“I thought you were my friend.”Sook Faulk I am, Buddy. Truly. “If you were, you couldn’t think up a thing like that. Odd Henderson hates me. He’s my enemy.” Sook Faulk He can’t hate you. He doesn’t know you. “Well, I hate him.”Sook Faulk Because you don’t know him. That’s all I ask. The chance for you to know each other a little. Then I think this trouble will stop. And maybe you’re right, Buddy, maybe you boys won’t ever be f