could not afford movers.
He looked almost the same except for a few silver hairs at his temples.
He stared at me.
I stared back.
Finally he said, “You’re early.”
“Three minutes.”
“That counts as early on Christmas.”
He stepped aside.
Warm air carried the smell of coffee and cinnamon.
A Christmas tree glowed beside the fireplace.
Children’s wrapping paper covered half the living-room floor.
Then Luke appeared wearing dinosaur pajamas.
“You came!”
The delight in his voice stopped me where I stood.
“I said I would.”
He ran toward
