don’t know how long y’all plan to stay, but my home is your home for as long as you’d like it to be. For another year. For five more years,” I say. “You’re both welcome here. If this is what Christmas looks like from now on, I can’t wait to have a whole condo covered in Lucy’s drawings next year.” “Best Christmas ever,” Madeline whispers. “Nothing’s going to top this.” “Without a fucking doubt,” I agree.
