CHAPTER 65
“Well, I’m thrilled he married Becks, of course, Lawrence. Once I got over the shock.” Pumpkin is carefully putting a horrific collection of decorations onto a blue spruce Stan had brought home the night before. One by one she hangs little balls, and clumps of odd shapes she has baked, sewn, glued, painted, bound with ribbon, and stuck with sequins.
“Took my breath away, for sure.” Lary examines a gingerbread man with one leg. “I haven’t seen him, either of them, that happy since … since forever.”
“Those sneaky little devils have nursed a secret crush on each other for over fifteen years. Imagine that. Help yourself to the punch.”
Lary eyes a glass bowl filled with a dark bluish-red liquid with floating bits in it.
“There are cinnamon sticks to put in it on the counter,” Pu
