Seventy-Four: JaredI hid a grin as I watched my mom walk around in circles without a reason in our kitchen.
“Are you sure this is appropriate to wear to a Yule party?”
“I'm pretty sure it's just like a Christmas party, Mom.” We'd also already had this conversation at least seven times.
“Is Josh ready?”
“Yeah, Mom, he's ready. We've both been ready, because it's just a dinner party.”
“Okay, okay. Let's go celebrate Yule then. Is it 'Happy Yule'? Or 'Merry Yule'?”
“I'm sure both would be acceptable. Let's go because I'm starving.”
We piled into the van. I could not wait to be rid of those stupid crutches. After Reed apologized for his near drunk-driving stunt, he convinced me to do a couple of Reiki sessions with this lady, or practitioner I guessed I would call her, named Mary. While
