The whole family has come home for Christmas from whatever state they are working or studying in, and the house is a rustic, festive affair filled with the redolent smells of cookies and punch. Her family home was always such a happy house. She would like to keep it that way, and so no mention is made of Leonard or what she has tried to accomplish with Justin. “Sweetheart, are you all right?” her mother says. Elise looks away from the window. She smiles. “I’m OK, Mom.” Her dark-haired, pretty mother with the always slightly flushed cheeks that used to amuse Justin so much (“so she’s got a skin condition, what’s the big deal?”) takes her arm. “You never did tell us about London. Did everything go well with your business trip?” Lies and more lies. “As well as it could, Mom.” Elise hugs her diminutive mother. “I’m all right, really. You go back to Dad. He’s looking for something.” Indeed, the cry for help comes. “Marla? Where the hell are my reading glasses?”
What do You think about A Xmas Gift: The Sperm Donor?
