Chapter 8Zeeb winced as he took in Jeremiah’s stunned expression. So much for walking away. f**k. Maybe he could erase his words. “Shall we get the tree?”
“Eh…Yeah, sure. I have the…eh…Christmas things in a box in the…Let me get the Christmas tree stand.” Jeremiah hurried out of the kitchen, and Zeeb cursed.
He was gone for a long time. Zeeb could hear him in the laundry room, but he hadn’t moved in several minutes. He considered going to see what he was doing, but instead, he grabbed the pen and the newspaper with the crossword and focused on the clues. Unusual. Three letters. Ha! It had to be odd. He scrawled it down, pleased at having gotten one word right. Or he assumed it was right.
“Here it is.” Jeremiah had an ugly green Christmas tree stand and a closed-off expression. “I figure
