Chapter 23

Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed Frank around the waist from behind, and at the same time, he felt little paws scratching his leg. The arms belonged to Cindy, his younger sister, still in junior high, and a nosey pain in the ass. The paws belonged to Phoebe, the family’s fox terrier. Frank bent and picked up the little dog. She whined and licked his face.

“Merry Christmas,” Cindy called out cheerily. This was followed by, “Dad and Mom aren’t too happy, you not coming home until Christmas Eve and then leaving the day after Christmas. And who was that guy that dropped you off? Why didn’t you take the bus like you said you were going to?”

“Merry Christmas to you, too, and you ask too many questions about stuff that’s none of your business,” Frank said, his lifelong irritation with his little sister coming to the fore.