“We’re going to retire for the night,” Nico told them, his voice kind. “It was nice meeting you all, and if we don’t see you in the morning, have a Merry Christmas.”
The sentiment was returned, Frank and Bob McKorkle standing up to shake Nico’s hand. The children hugged his legs. Jamie said good night, distracted, flushed, and achy. Would they never reach their room? At last their host returned and led them to the second floor and down a short hallway, opening a door to a charming guest room with a queen bed prominent in the center. A quaint bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the chamber.