They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

her heels off and her hair down, holding a glass of wine, looking like a version of herself I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“You’re completely ridiculous,” she said.

“Probably,” I agreed, pulling the cashmere blanket over both of us.

She leaned her head against my shoulder for a moment, the way she had when we were small, before the measuring had started continue reading …