My Son Brought

had told me dinner was just family that year.

If neighbors were there, if church friends were there, if the house was full, then she had made choices about who counted.

Caleb didn’t notice. He grabbed the gift bag from the back seat.

“Careful,” I said. “The fudge might tip.”

“I packed it tight.”

We got out.

The cold hit my face like a slap.

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