Chapter 22

After everything was unpacked, the table set, and we were ready to sit down to eat, Patty turned to me.

“Do you have any wine? Or beer? Or anything to mellow me out a little? This is the first year on my own for the holidays without…” I knew she was talking about her ex. “And she blames me. I’m sorry you had to get caught in the crossfire. It’s no fun being collateral damage.”

I laughed. Good to know it wasn’t me and my disastrous green bean casserole.

“Oh, well, I guess better me than more problems for you.” I pretended to pick pellets from my chest. “No lasting damage, I don’t think. A little triage with food should fix me up.”

“Thanks for being a good sport about this dumpster fire.” She gave me a hug, which I returned.

Rick pulled her out of my arms.

“You don’t get him, sis. He’s mine.”