Extraits

“So how does this work?”

Ryan turned off their laneway onto Shell Bay Road. It hadn’t been freshly plowed yet, but his father’s pickup could manage the new inches of snow. “Well, first there’s a seedling, and it grows in the earth and—”

“Ha-ha.” Cary rolled his eyes. “I mean how does it work to cut down a Christmas tree? Can you just walk into the woods?”

“I guess you could, but there’s a tree farm not too far away.” The sun blinked out from behind a cloud, and Ryan adjusted the shade.

Cary squinted. “Man, it’s brighter than the beach with all this snow. It’s nice, though.”

“Especially when you don’t have to shovel it. One of the best parts of Lisa having kids is that they get to do all our old chores.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, not that I don’t love the kids.”

“Of course. Slave labor’s just a bonus.”

“Exactly.”