Zach
“I think I fudged this eggnog up. It has the consistency of semen,” my mother chuckled under her breath.
Poppy winked at her. “I’ll try some.”
This sent them both into a fit of giggles, and I took it as my cue to exit the kitchen.
Since my mother had put me in charge of setting the table, I busied myself with placemats and folding cloth napkins—probably a little more forcefully than necessary.
Poppy followed me, placing one hand over mine. “Relax, babe. She’s just being silly.”
My gaze cut over toward Connor who was stringing lights on my mother’s dusty old artificial tree in the family room.
“I just don’t want Connor to overhear anything he shouldn’t. I want him to be a kid for as long as he can.”
Poppy smiled at me and took my hand. “He will be. And he can’t hear us. That m
