Chapter 7
Christmas Day
Trey woke up at eight with his normal Christmas morning depression—until he remembered he’d be with Marty for the day. Doing what? He had no clue. Marty had refused to tell him what he had planned. Trey wasn’t too worried. Whatever it was, he knew it would be fun.
He got up, showered and shaved, and decided that good jeans and a nice shirt would be his best clothing option. Unless he’s planning on our going to some fancy restaurant, which he’d better not be. Then, as per usual for the past three Christmas’s, he opened the gifts from his family and then called to thank them and catch up on the latest news.
On the dot of ten, he called Marty. “Are you awake and moving?” he asked.
“Pretty much,” Marty replied. “Coffee’s brewing and when it’s done and I drink some,
