Chapter 112 – New Years Day

• When Victor pushes my back door open the next day, he’s greeted with a lazy sight. I’m curled up with the boys on my small sofa. The three of us are a little cuddle puddle of sleepy happiness.
• “Oh good,” I say, looking up at him and then staring deliberately at the bag of chocolate-covered pretzels on the counter. “Can you bring those over to us? We’re all out.” I pick up the empty bag that we put on the floor next to us and shake it, the sound of the empty crumbs bouncing inside of it demonstrating our lack.
• Victor laughs and grabs the bag off of the counter in the kitchen. “What, is this all the greeting I get? Is this all I’m good for to you people?”