“It’s best to meet you too.” Tyson let go of her hand and took in the immoderate volume of Christmas lights strung round the pinnacle of the partitions and the Santa and reindeer collectible figurines all over the cabinets and counters. “You like to decorate, huh?”
My mom flipped the eggs in the pan, then picked up a mixing bowl from the counter and commenced to whisk the batter. “Oh yes, I love the holidays. They’re so a lot fun. What about you?”
Tyson raised his eyebrows at her as he pulled out a chair at the table. “Do I like the holidays? No, no longer really” He sat down and I joined him, reading the text I acquired from Luke.
Luke: Did you hear from him?
Me: No… have you?
Luke: No, I stopped with the aid of his house, though.
Me: Is he okay?
Luke: I don’t know. His brother ans
