Randolph cuffed his son smartly on the back of the head, which made Genny feel a little better.
“It’s an old family tradition,” Daniel was spreading out his precious recipes on the table.
Peter had tried to get to Geneviève a couple of times, but she was clearly avoiding him. Every time he turned, she was on the opposite side of his mother or father. Even Alice and Em were putting up subtle barricades around her. He couldn’t seem to get to her.
“We’ve always made cookie boxes for any family who couldn’t be home for Christmas. I first thought, for this year, we could make some for our own families.”
Peter tried to catch Geneviève’s attention so that he could signal her to retire with him for a moment to the hallway to explain, but she wouldn’t even look at him.
“But that would only be
