Guests mingled in the library, the living room, and the grand foyer of the estate as waiters in white shirts and bow ties carried trays of hors d’oeuvre and glasses filled with champagne. His mother had outdone herself this year, and the house was decorated in all manner of Christmas glory. Christmas lights stretched up the entire long driveway to the estate. For the first time ever, Andy wondered about the extravagance of the electricity bill. He’d never thought of it before, but all the finery, the food, the liquor that would go to waste tonight would feed so many hungry families. He just hoped that the staff took what was left of the food after the party, because he knew most of it would get dumped in the trash otherwise.
“There you are, darling.” Caroline slid her arm through Andy’s,
