January 1st, sometime in the afternoon
“Your family is so…cheerful.”
Nelson lay on the couch with his head in my lap as he watched The Walking Dead with me. He’d just gotten off the phone with his family. It was weird to hear such happiness when talking to relatives. I was used to grousing, sarcasm, and veiled impatience most times when interacting with my kin. Maybe some of his good cheer would rub off on me, among other things.
“Does that bother you?” he asked, turning his head to study me.
“I don’t know. It’s just strange, that’s all. Totally unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with mine. It’s not a bad thing.”
“I noticed you didn’t call anyone. Do you keep in touch at all?”
I shrugged. “I might get a call on my birthday, and there’s the odd Christmas card. It’s every man and wo
