Chapter 4“I’m…” Sam stammered. “I didn’t…” He stuttered, unsure what to say, how to respond when he saw Henry Penny in Kirby’s arms, their lips pressed together as Nat King Cole’s version of “The Christmas Song” played in the background.
“Mr. Penny and I mended fences,” Kirby said.
“So I see.” Sam reached for the front counter. Shock and disappointment had him unsteady. “What the hell?”
“Gotcha!” Henry took a step back.
“What?”
“A whole evening of discussing pranks, we couldn’t resist one more,” the elder, if not more mature one, said.
“Oh.” Sam’s chuckle was definitely forced as he tried to reconnect the fluffy gold swoop of garland he’d disturbed.
“We did have a nice talk, though.” Kirby approached him. “I apologized.”
“And so did I,” Henry said. “For doubting Kirby…for telling h
