Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jen
When we got to the Mid-Century Modern in the Bird Streets, she gifted us flannel PJs.
“Because no one’s comfortable lounging for movies in their fancy duds.”
Even Grandma had a pair her size. Moreover, I loved that these were Christmas prints.
I hugged Hannah. “I love you.”
“I know.” She squeezed my waist, then focused on her hosting duties. “Okay, everybody, bedrooms and bathrooms are down that hall. The first door is the guest bedroom and bathroom, so you can change in there whenever you want to get casual.” Maria had gone straight to the fridge. “We have crackers and veggies and dip if you get the munchies and there will be dinner later. Should we put in the first movie?”
“Jingle All the Way!” Shelley said.
Jingle All the Way“Honey, no,” Celeste said, al
