On Christmas Day, we spend the morning outside, making snow angels and building improbable, lopsided snowmen. And with that many of us outdoors, shouting and laughing, we’ve declared the grounds safe from wolf attacks. Google assured us that lone wolves are most likely not going to approach a boisterous group of people and that they prefer to hunt at night, anyway.
I feel guilty at letting Mom do all the heavy lifting while we’re outside playing. But she and Riven’s dad have banned everyone from the kitchen and insisted on doing all the preparations by themselves. For someone who didn’t want to get in the Christmas spirit, I haven’t seen Mom so cheery since before we got the news Dad was sick.
“Do you think Mom has a crush on Riven’s dad?” I ask Amy as we pull the twins around the yard i
