Chapter 9

“You liked the straw one I had a couple of Christmases ago, so I thought I’d get you the genuine article this year.”

“Great.” Martin smiled, his fingers running around the brim. “Put it on for me.

There was a moment of confusion; Colin put the hat on Martin’s head, but Martin had been expecting that Colin would wear it. Yet again Colin was reminded how giving Martin was. Martin had expected his gift was actually for Colin, and that he would only get the pleasure of knowing that Colin was wearing it. Colin knew that this was mainly his fault. When they’d been in Australia, Colin’s Christmas present to Martin had been to dress up as an Aussie cowboy and give Martin the pleasure of letting him feel what Colin was wearing. True, Colin had also organized a breakfast picnic, but Colin still felt guilty that his gifts paled in comparison to those Martin gave him.

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“This turkey is so moist,” Colin told his mother through a mouthful of food. He swallowed. “Sorry.”