How an Email Invitation to a Colorado Christmas Dinner Ended Eight Years of Separation
“The family is gathering in the Great Hall, but you can get settled in the side parlor first.”
“That would help,” I said.
I signaled to the boys, who stepped quietly out from behind the pillar and into the side parlor hallway.
Natalie turned back toward the main kitchen, unaware of the group that had just slipped past her.
In the side parlor, a wood fire crackled under a carved stone mantel.
I set my briefcase on a mahogany end table and knelt down in front of Sam.
“Your collar is tucked under,” I said, straightening his dark tie.