A Ford Escape. Douglas was there. And his grandmother wasn't with him, otherwise he'd be driving her Lincoln; she couldn't reach the Escape.
Christmas was looking better and better.
He kicked at the door, his arms laden with gifts, and was greeted by Terrence, who grinned.
“Just in time for Christmas breakfast!” he said, holding open the door to let Jonah in. “How was traffic?”
“Please,” said Jonah. “The interstate was damn near empty.”
Terrence led him to the family room, where he was greeted by most of the Decessio family. He hadn't seen Sterling since Jonathan's evaluation, and they hadn't even spoken then, so it was fun to catch up. Raymond and Mr. Decessio were outside at the chopping pile, hacking some extra wood so they wouldn't need to later. Alvin and Bobby struggled to give
