I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

time?”

She paused, then grinned.

“Not six.”

The door closed behind her.

Richard walked into the kitchen and noticed the old list in my hand.

“She apologized?”

“In her way.”

He nodded.

“You were right not to let me fix everything.”

“I know.”

“You could pretend to be modest.”

“I could.”

He smiled.

Outside, Caroline’s Camry pulled away from the curb.

Months earlier,continue reading …