“Can you do me a favor?” my mother asked me and I nodded. She struggled to decorate the highest part of the Christmas tree so Jeremiah grabbed the decorations and started decorating it.
“What is it?” I asked her, quirking an eyebrow.
“Make a run for me,” she told me and I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Aren’t the stores closed? It’s Christmas Eve, mom,” I told her and she shook her head.
“I don’t mean the stores, hun; I mean downtown,” she informed me. I gave her a confused look.
“What? Why?” I asked, staring at her as she continued cooking dinner.
“Just go; they’re having something for the teenagers there; your cousin's going to be there,” she told me.
“Percy?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. She nodded. “But he’s not a teenager.”
“I know. He’s the DJ; it’s in the minor's club,” she told
