’It’s a dangerous business . . . going out of your door. You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.’
— J. R. R. Tolkien
A Christmas story filled with a decidedly different kind of charm that is about two sisters, and a now ex-husband, and a last minute decision that changes the course of the life of Joy Faith Candellaro.
’There they are, naked and sweating, and rolling, in my bed.
Like an idiot, I stand there, staring at them…Then I see her face, and a bad moment rounds the bend into horrific. It is my sister.’
She can’t bear to be in this place, this home that is filled now with so many unhappy memories. Their divorce was finalized months ago, and she’s trying to find a way to be happy, she even buys a Christmas tree, and makes plans to buy her own gift, something to lift her spirits. And then her sister shows up, with two bits of news, one via a wedding invitation and the second with the news that she and her now ex-husband are expecting a child. His child.
Joy drives away after hearing this news, just needing to get away from her sister, this town, and ends up at the airport where she sees where the next flight is bound for Hope, Canada, and buys a ticket - the last seat. She just wants to leave ’here’, and doesn’t really care about the destination.
There, she ends up at what is apparently the last place with a room available, owned by a father and his young son, but the son is the one to show her to her room, and the father isn’t even aware until later, and isn’t particularly happy to have to deal with more than he is already dealing with.
There’s a twist that follows, and a bond that forms with the young son, and more twists after that. Sprinkled with a bit of magical realism, this was a heartwarming, fairy tale-ish read.