Trey felt an immediate sense of relief at how friendly Marty’s father seemed to be. I hope it’s not an act, but it doesn’t feel like one.
When he and Marty entered the living room, a pleasingly plump, middle-aged woman jumped to her feet, crossing the room to wrap Marty in a tight embrace as she said, “Merry Christmas!” She released him, turning to Trey. “That goes for you, too. I’m happy you decided to join us.”
Trey glanced at Marty. “He didn’t give me much choice, since he didn’t tell me what was going on until we got here.”
“That sounds like him,” a man who appeared to be a bit older than Marty said, getting up to join them. “I’m Bill, by the way, Marty’s brother. He put his arm around a young woman who came over. “This is Grace. The other woman in my life.”
“It’s nice to meet you
