“Ornaments-R-Us? There’s no such….” He was fighting to keep a grin off his face. “You’re f*****g yanking my chain.”
“I’m sorry.” No, he wasn’t. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Yeah, well, that terrace looks out over the golf course, and no one is golfing this time of year.”
“All right, Mark. We can go pick up a tree for your living room instead.”
“I have one. And don’t look so disbelieving. I do.” I sat down opposite him and picked up my fork. “I’ll take the tree out of its box, put it on top of the television…. Well, no, I can’t do that this year.” I’d bought a large flat screen TV, and Matheson had cut through the wall above the gas fireplace, mounting the TV so it could be turned and viewed, not only from the living room but from the bedroom as well. So, no tree on the TV. I shrugged. “I’ll p
