Chapter 19On Christmas Eve morning, the flurries descended upon Wharton County with a tireless fury. They were light and fluffy, offering high hopes we could build a family of snow people in the afternoon, possibly go sledding in the Wharton Mountains. While the kids baked a Yule log to bring to Nana D's the following day, April and I exchanged our eleventh holiday present, which was from me to her and supposed to represent pipers piping.
April giggled as she accepted the rectangular box. “I'll follow your direction on my last present.” She excitedly ripped open the wrapping and shrieked like I'd never heard her sound before. “A new showerhead! You mean I don't have to deal with the old clunky one that drips water from only half its rusty holes, and somehow makes me feel dirtier instead o
