Chapter Four
Jessie and Emma brought their Christmas tree out of the box in pieces. The branches were colour-coded, but that didn’t seem to make matters any easier for them. They argued over which went where, and then started whacking each other with the branches, which led to laughter, which led to Emma putting on a show wherein her character had pine boughs for arms.
Ricky sure was entertained. Though Emma looked much older than Debbie’s little brother, they were about the same age.
Of course, the living teens couldn’t settle on what to watch, so they turned on the radio instead. Music was one thing they agreed on. Debbie didn’t understand the appeal of modern music. Since when was the banjo a go-to instrument for so-called rock groups? Carl seemed to like it—reminded him of th
