![]() ![]() “Oh darling, that’s the Moore’s son, Ryan. Others in the room went to greet them and when the little mob broke up, he noticed someone else standing there who he didn’t know in the shadows. ![]() He watched as a couple around his parents age walked into the room carrying brightly wrapped packages which they handed to his mom. “Everyone?” called his mom, as she entered the living room. Jen sat next to him on the couch and smirked. “Drink more,” he replied, holding up his half-filled glass of white wine. If Uncle Moses tells me one more time how mature I look, I swear I will scream.” “And to think I came home from New York for this. “Can you believe this?” asked his younger sister, Jen. Yup, it was usual standard start to Christmas at the Adam’s household. And his parents had their first minor tiff of the night. Aunt Shirley was eating far too much and complaining about the woes of gaining weight during the holiday season. Uncle Moses was drunk and talking about some story from his youth. The dreaded family Christmas Eve shindig was pretty much the same as last years. ![]()
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