They do this every year on Christmas Eve, leaving the kids alone to wrap their presents or finish making their gifts, which somehow became a tradition in our family many years ago. The older kids help the younger ones, but with my artistic background, I always seem to be the consultant to everyone. Enjoying the sunshine, we set up shop in the cabana outside and the large open space around it. Before he left, my uncle Chris had made us a campfire, and we’ve all been stuffing ourselves with s’mores in between projects. This is another tradition, when the weather’s nice. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I’d been waiting to hear from Jon all morning. I had been texting him during our girl-talk last night, hinting at things we were discussing. He finally stopped responding to me when he realized I was just teasing him, and unwilling to provide answers to the slightly inappropriate questions he was throwing my way. “Where are you?”
