My beautiful girlfriend waits by the ladder below. "Back left corner, in the box labeled ‘lights’, Finn Mayberry," she says exasperatedly. "He does this every year, I swear." I hear Grams whisper to Freya. "You know that I can hear you, right?" I grumble. "Yep." Grams and Freya share a laugh. The two of them together is more than I can handle sometimes, but then that's where Gramps comes in. "Oh, both of you leave that poor man alone," Gramps scolds them both.
