“You do the cookies. I’ll be on clean up duty.” I grab the supplies we’re finished using and dump them in the sink. “And tell me all about the Christmas traditions you and Lucy have. I saw stockings hanging above the fireplace.” “Did you see the ones we got for you and the dogs?” she asks, and when I glance at her, she smiles. “We put them up while you were at practice this afternoon. There’s nothing in them, but it didn’t feel right to not include you.”
