By nine o’ clock that night, everyone had eaten again, near to bursting, and we were all getting ready for bed. The boys were still wide awake and hyper because of the sugar, as well as the fact that all six of us would go tree-hunting in the forest tomorrow. We always did it on the day after Thanksgiving. It was a way to work off the massive amounts of food we’d shamelessly scarfed down the day before.
Arnie and Benjy refused to settle down until all the adults tucked them in and kissed them good night. That accomplished, Harry and Frank disappeared, and Felix led me to our bedroom.
I sat on the mattress and watched as he stripped naked. It was always an arresting sight. “Has Frank said anything more about your family? Is the Tigrine clan still around?”
“He told me he went back once, m
