“Ma would’ve had a fit if she could see our house with no colored lights-“
Bill put his arms around his two younger sisters as they shivered. Mike, on the end, leaned a little more into the group.
It was the first Christmas -- since.
Janey and Lynn kept sniffling, wiping their frozen noses on mittened hands.
How could four adults, so close, feel so utterly alone?
“Home” was now a concept not a house.