The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

her eyebrows like she’d heard that lie from every man over fifty.

Then she softened and glanced toward the living room.

“How’s Buster?”

“Asleep,” I said. “Like he didn’t accidentally start a culture war.”

Linda snorted. “Oh, honey. That dog didn’t start it. People have been angry for a long time. They’re just using you as a campfire to gather around.”

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