Join the Celebration!
Fruitcake Of The Spirit Mrs. Tribbett was handing out coloring sheets when Chelsea and Lynn entered the Sunday School room. “Hi, Lynn. Who’s your friend?” “Hi, Mrs. Tribbett. Chelsea is my best friend from school.” “It’s so nice to meet … Continue readingFruitcake Of The Spirit
Kettle Corn And Scrooge “Oh, my. Are you serious?” “Frank, you promised not to get upset.” “Upset? Holly, this is wonderful! Why did you think I’d be upset?” He held her hand up to his cheek. “You’ve been so cranky … Continue readingKettle Corn And Scrooge
Sleepover “This is really weird.” Kendra said. “I know, but your mom said it was okay. She’s going to drop off an overnight bag for Chelsea at the Woodard’s.” “So, what are we going to do?” “Want some dinner?” “Sure.” … Continue readingSleepover
Meeting Ivy “Hi, Ian. This is Lynn’s friend from school’s aunt, Ivy Donegan.” Nancy said. The blonde woman swirled around on her skates. Her green eyes got bigger. A cold spike shot down Ian’s spine. “Hi, I’m Ian Woodard. Nice … Continue readingMeeting Ivy
Going Skating “Are we there yet?” Lynn looked out the window at the passing houses. “You’re lucky we’re going at all, Lynn. After the spectacle you put on last night.” Her mom said. “This really isn’t like you.” “She wasn’t … Continue readingGoing Skating
Picture Of Rudolph “Chelsea, what’s the matter?” Lynn asked as she hung her winter coat on a peg. “Everybody was yelling last night. Kendra and I had to eat cake in her room.” “You’re allowed to have cake in your … Continue readingPicture Of Rudolph
Meeting Niki “Who’s the victim tonight?” Steve asked as he poured himself a mug of cider. “Victim.” Nancy shook her head. “Niki is coming over at eight.” “Skipping dinner? Good idea. Less chance of a reenactment of The Exorcist.” “Oh, … Continue readingMeeting Niki
The Sketchbook “Are you okay?” Lynn asked her friend as she hung her winter coat on the peg. “Mommy and Aunt Ivy are fighting and it’s my fault.” Chelsea dried her tears on her knit mitten. “Your fault?” “I wanted … Continue readingThe Sketchbook
It’s A Girlfriend Contest And That’s Dumb “I’m so sorry about Angela.” Nancy said, offering Ian some gingerbread men. “I think she was just really nervous.” “Seems like.” He took one and bit off a leg. “I guess I’ll have … Continue readingIt’s A Girlfriend Contest And That’s Dumb
Those Two Again? Ian figured he’d swing through the Zavijava for a cup of hot chocolate before he pressed on to the Tarlow’s. ‘Oh, boy. Those two again?’ He thought as he stepped away from the door. ‘The hot chocolate … Continue readingThose Two Again?
