We travel by private jet yet again, to join Cass's family for Christmas. Of course, we take the opportunity to accumulate points on our mile-high club memberships.
By the time we land, Cass has me so relaxed that even on the car ride to his family home I can't bring myself to feel nervous. This time I have a better idea of what to expect, but I'm not sure if that makes it worse or better. I'm hoping that the kids being there will force the adults to all be on their best behaviour.
"So anything I should know about your family's Christmas traditions?" I ask.
He shrugs and says, "Not much. We don't really keep up too many of the old traditions, but there is a lot of amazing food. I meant to ask, what are your religious views?"
"I was baptized Catholic but I stopped going to church years a
