fuck is wrong with you? Remember
how much you wanted away from
home, only a few months ago?]
I do, but that was before the
holidays
intruded. I’ve never been away
from home on Christmas before.
Mom has transformed the house
into a Sugarplum Dreamland, only it
is
Hunter who she has transformed
it for. [You’re jealous of Hunter
now?] Yes. And of Mom [his
mommy] and Leigh, who is
where
I want to be—snug in front
of the fireplace, drinking hot
chocolate and munching popcorn
while trimming the tall fir tree.
I
want to hum along to carols, sneak
off to my room to wrap presents [and
do what else?]. Pipe down, Bree! Despite
your insistence otherwise, that is where I
really belong.
It’s Almost Eight
When I get to Brad’s. The wind
has blown up, and it’s north-pole
cold, but so far, not even a flurry.
Inside they’re watching A Charlie