Miracle: A Christmas Novel Chapter Fourteen “Just what are you doing?” Erich demanded when Addie breathlessly opened the front door. “I thought you were supposed to be studying for class.” “What does it look like I’m doing?” she returned, shoulders heaving with the effort of carting the five-foot-long fir tree from her car up the sidewalk and into the Simmonses’ house. “I’m planting a tree in your living room.” Actually, Addie was pleased with herself. It’d taken some doing getting the Christmas tree home. “I already told you: no tree.” Addie had barely managed to get the Christmas tree through the front door, and already Erich was making noises. “Did you?” she asked, playing dumb. “Take that ridiculous monstrosity to your house,” he insisted, none too gently. She ignored his protests and dragged the tree all the way inside his living room. Who knew a tree could be so heavy? She’d found one at the lot when she stopped off at the grocery store. It was snowing, and she simply couldn’t resist.
