Winter Wonderland 18-01
The words ‘Busman’s holiday’ come to mind when I remember her last vacation.
“And after a week in Rome, we’re gonna go up to Germany and see the old nuckelavee massacre memorials.”
Sands, who had been going on for awhile by that point about all the things that she and Scout were going to do with their father over the holiday break, blinked sidelong at me. “Uh, Flick? You okay?”
No. No, I wasn’t. There was so much I wanted to say to both of them about what I had found out. But I still wasn’t willing to put them through that right before they went on vacation. That wouldn’t be fair. Instead, I gave an awkward shrug and smiled apologetically at both Sands and Scout, who was standing nearby while giving me a curious look. “Sorry,” I murmured. “Just thinking about going home.”
It was the next day, Saturday morning. I’d spent most of the previous night walking around the…
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