get up,” he told Amber, who was prone on the couch. “I’ll just start an IV line and drip this one in for you.”
She sat up and reached for the drink. “Smart-ass. Be nice to me or I’ll go off to California or Alaska, never to be seen again.”
I smiled, feeling the glow of Christmas and sibling affection.
He pointed toward the family room. “As long as you take those two screaming monsters with you.”
I felt a twinge of emotion, knowing I’d be the one moving off to a distant state soon, though my departure wasn’t like Gia’s. There’d be family visits and phone calls and e-mails. I closed my eyes, picturing a house with a guestroom big enough to put up Amber or Sam and their families when they came to visit.
“How are the kids doing in there?” Amber asked.
Sam lifted his drink to his lips. “Tyler just bit Scout. Didn’t break the skin, and she did punch him first. Otherwise, it’s one big love fest.”
The love fest grew louder when the food started coming out of my parents’ huge refrigerator. Shrimp was not served, but my father had smoothed sour cream to concoct a fish shape out of layers of caviar, hard-boiled egg and red onion. It was delicious, and although caviar has always been a favorite of mine, Jack was allowed to eat as much as he wanted.
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