Chapter 12
Samson“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” Regina sang and strung a long line of glittering tinsel around the tree. She swayed from side-to-side in her festive red evening dress. “Isn’t it lovely?” she asked. “Really coming together, isn’t it?”
The Christmas tree dominated the center of the living room, glinting with so much tinsel and so many lights it looked like a cheap hooker draped in costume jewelry. I sat back on the sofa and patted the spot beside me, sending a grin Blair’s way.
She returned it but hers was tight – she still hadn’t shed her anger from this morning.
Blair took a seat and propped her feet up on the coffee table. “It looks amazing,” she said. “It only took half the day.”
“But we’re saving the most important part for last,” Regina said and tru
