We decide to go as a family to cut down the tree, my responsibility on the Greene family to-do list.
“I think we should buy your parents an artificial one. They’re getting too old to be coming out here and cutting down their own tree,” Lucy says as we trudge through the snow.
Although Lucy does a lot with me outdoors, this isn’t really her thing. She definitely enjoys when the weather is warmer.
“They’ll never hear of it.”
Althea groans.
Lucy laughs and the two of them stay back a few steps, talking about some new boy that Althea likes. Let’s just say I’m not doing well being the dad of a thirteen-year-old girl. My daughter seems a little boy crazy if you ask me. It’s worse when I think about how she’s only one year off from when Lucy and I became stuck like glue throughout high schoo
