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Savannah
December 25, 2016
After the Christmas adrenaline wore off, exhaustion set in, and I couldn’t show it to my mom. Not when I’d promised her a normal Christmas. Whatever normal was after working for twelve hours straight at the Falcons–Carolina game in Charlotte and then driving four hours to Savannah. At least Cole had been at the game and driven down with me, but we were both tired and had to drive back into Atlanta tomorrow for more work.
Still, we pushed it aside to open gifts and do our annual family trip to the food pantry. It was important to me even if I wanted to nap. I snagged a full twenty minutes, crashed out in my old bedroom, when my mom announced we were all going to the night service.
“It’s asking too much,” I grumbled to Cole.
“She skipped midnight mass on
