“Yeah, when can I have coffee?” Caleb calls over my shoulder. “Let’s wait until tomorrow,” she replies, following us out and down the hall. “Only water today.” “I like peppermint in my coffee. Tell her, Marsh.” “Yeah, he’s part Christmas elf,” I say, focusing on carrying half his weight as we walk. “It’s sho shweet and shooo good. Hey, remember when Jake got me shome peppermint lube for my birthday and we—” “Oookay,” I say over him, squeezing his hand. “Say goodbye to the nice dentist, Caleb.”
