Noah yawns, exhausted from all the holiday family shoots he’s had this week. Last weekend, he also did pictures with Santa at the annual pancake breakfast the library puts on.
“I’m sorry.” I rub his knee. “I suggested a Google doc and that we all just add our names and what we’ll do.”
He shrugs because he’s used to my family by now. “Well, my parents can help out too.”
I nod, glancing out the car window at the wreaths hung on each of the streetlights downtown. I’ve made my own list because I was always the one next to my mom when she did everything over the years. “I just know they’re going to try to make me do it all. I can just hear them now, ‘But Mandi already knows how to do everything.’”
“Don’t let them steamroll you, baby.” Noah turns down my parents’ street.
“Grandma!” Maisie s
