Chapters (25)

“Glad to hear it,” his father said.

A round of cheers followed his announcement.

Thom’s mother and Noelle’s mother embraced in joy.

“One thing this family refuses to tolerate anymore is fighting,” his mother declared.

“Absolutely,” her own mother agreed.

Both Thom and Noelle stared back at them, shocked into speechlessness.

“There’s no reason to stand there like a couple of strangers,” her mother said. “Sit down. You wouldn’t believe the day we had.”

Sarah and Mary put their arms around each other’s shoulders. “At least the Christmas baskets got delivered on time,” Mary said with a satisfied nod.

“And no one mentioned that the two of us smelled like Scotch when we got there,” her mother pointed out.

They both giggled.

“What happened?” Noelle asked.

Her father waved aside her question. “You don’t want to know,” he groaned.

“I’ll tell you later,” her mother promised.

Thom leaned close to her and whispered, “Either we just walked into the middle of an X-Files episode or we got our Christmas miracle.”

Noelle slipped an arm around his waist. “I think you must be right.”

Sarah McDowell

9 Orchard Lane
Rose, Oregon

December 26

Dear Melody,

Mary and I found your note when we delivered the baskets on Christmas Eve. We did have a wonderful time, and Mary has agreed to head up the committee next year. I promised I’d be her cochair.

Now, about using the club for Kristen’s wedding reception…Well, it seems there’s going to be another wedding in the family, and fairly soon. Mary and I will be in touch with you about that right after New Year’s.

Sincerely,

Sarah McDowell

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