Category: Holly and Ivy

It’s Just Lynn. I Hate Her. Chelsea wandered into the kitchen, dragging her coat behind her. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” Ivy looked over the back of the couch. “Nothing.” Chelsea whipped her coat up over her head and slapped it … Continue readingIt’s Just Lynn. I Hate Her.

Chelsea Isn’t My Friend Anymore Lynn threw a penny to the five spot. “Did it work?” “Who knows?” Chelsea tucked her hands into her pockets while her friend skipped from block to block. “You should have seen Uncle Ian after … Continue readingChelsea Isn’t My Friend Anymore

Syrup And Grease Ian was leaning on the car, waiting for Steve and Nancy to return with Lynn. He had just gotten Bradley buckled into his car seat and was talking to him through the window. “What are we going … Continue readingSyrup And Grease

Does She Do Weddings? Father Dave stood in the nave to greet the parishioners as they filed out of the church. Kendra looked for the Woodards in the departing crowd. Being only 10, all she could really see were backs … Continue readingDoes She Do Weddings?

A Time Of Preparation “People talk about ‘Spring Cleaning’.” Father Dave said. “Let’s think about Advent as ‘Autumn Cleaning’. Sure, it’s December and there’s already snow on the ground. People typically think of that as Winter, but we’re still technically … Continue readingA Time Of Preparation

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