Kathleen woke, excited about the day ahead.
It had been years since she had been to a Christmas tree farm to hunt for just the right tree. Chris hadn’t liked the fuss of going out every year, so early in their marriage they had agreed on an artificial one, upgrading as soon as she could for the type that was already strung with lights. It made things easier, he said. In reality, it was easier. Easier for her to set up the tree on her own.
That same artificial tree was now in her storage locker. Perhaps she would pull it out in the next few days.
Or not.
Maybe she could just make do with the tree at Nicole’s house this year. It would be less work, and she could avoid the painful process of pulling out ornaments she had collected over the years. They just reminded her of what she had los
