Our Christmas Story continues. If you missed Part One, you can read it here. Part Two continues below:
Man, this sucks.
I fake a smile at my dad, already forgetting what we were just talking about. Kacey sits ten feet away on the sofa, tension showing on her face as she nibbles on a slice of my Aunt Glady's fruitcake. That'd give it away, if I didn't already know she was so mad at me. Who actually eats Aunt Gladys' fruitcake?
I sigh as Kacey grimaces. She stares at the Christmas tree in the living room, decked out with lights and ornaments I made in grade school. I wonder if she even sees it. If she sees the nativity scene or the half dozen poinsettias scattered around the living room. The candles in the window. Mom goes all out for Christmas; it's one of the reasons Kacey wanted to come today. She loves Christmas. And here I'm ruining it for her.
But I don't know how to stop.
Some holly, jolly Christmas.
I reach up to the door frame and break off a sprig of mistletoe. Kacey doesn't see me coming, so I place a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at me, and my heart crushes under the weight of my love for her.
I dangle the mistletoe in front of her. "I'm sorry I'm such a grinch."
She smiles. Not a full smile. Just a small one. Her eyes are tired, and she'll hate me for suggesting she take a nap later.
But I'll still do it.
I kneel behind her, so my head is right beside hers. "Forgive me?" I whisper.
Her eyes grow wide, and she looks me square in the eyes. "I think we need to leave now."