As dusk began to fall later that evening, the holiday festivities back at the house were in full swing. “You were right, Sweetie,” Rudy said, sitting beside Gideon on the piano bench. “Today turned out to be awesome. This is what Christmas should sound like.”
“Good.” Gideon got up.
Rudy managed to keep the smile on his face most of the time, but once in a while, when he thought no one was looking, he let it slip away.
“Oops. Sorry.” The house was so full Gideon wasn’t even sure who he’d bumped into.
“Rudolph sucks.” Dissonant chords that were supposed to be “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” nearly drowned out the critique.
“Shh. He’s trying.” Gideon brushed Eileen’s arm. “I’ve only been teaching him a couple of months.”
“We’re really playing Monopoly after we eat?” Denise asked.
“Yes. We
