My Son Brought

invited us in October.

Not commanded.

Invited.

She said she understood if we said no.

We said no.

There was a pause on the phone, but she only said, “All right. Could we see you Christmas afternoon instead?”

I looked at Caleb.

He shrugged.

“Maybe,” I told her. “We’ll let you know.”

On Christmas Eve, Caleb and I stayed home.

We made chili again, because tradition continue reading …