“I’m telling you, it’s not going to go in,” I said in frustration.
“Maybe if we try it at a different angle.”
“It’s too big!” I grunted. “Maybe if we squash the sides.”
“It would get stuck, and then where would we be?”
I sighed. “We’ve tried every way possible.” I refused to get angry, not twice in one day.
“Sorry. It seemed a good idea at the time, and I really wanted—”
“I know.” Getting an idea, I said, “Let’s take the tree in first, then collapse the box and leave it out for the dustmen. There’s no way we can keep the box in the storage space next to the boys’ room. If it won’t go through the front door, it certainly won’t fit through that small opening in the loft.”
Mark nodded and went into the house for a kitchen knife.
“What you got there?” Sam asked, coming into the fron
