“Phee.” Nat put her hand on my shoulder. “You’re in Southern Florida. There’s no such thing as a tree farm.” “But hey,” Frankie intervened. “We can go to a tree lot, okay? There’s plenty of already cut ones to choose from.” “We have a tree already,” Mateo argued. “Cap.” Frankie’s eye twitched at his friend. “Don’t be a scrooge. Maybe O is right. We could use a little holiday sprucing.” He nudged me with a shoulder and winked at the pun.
