vista llegamos a la casa de Helen antes de la cena.
Daniel ya había colgado luces en el porche.
Marisol was cooking.
The twins raced inside.
Helen hugged them first.
Then Cassandra.
Then me.
“You look less expensive this year,” she said.
“I’m wearing the same coat.”
“It’s an attitude.”
I kissed her cheek.
“Merry Christmas, Helen.”
Ella sonrió.
“Merry Christmas, Damon.”
After dinner, while everyone gathered around the tree, Cassandra handed me a small wrapped box.
“I thought we weren’t doing adult gifts.”
“We aren’t.”
“That appears to be
