Peter and his family didn’t sit with the rest of us at Mass on Christmas Eve. Meg gave him a piece of her mind for that. On Christmas Day he, Angie and the kids arrived late and left early. Angie was cordial to Andy, even friendly, but Peter didn’t even look at him. He avoided me except to give me a perfunctory hug and wish me a Merry Christmas.
The rest of the family made up for it. Scott and Sean, the sons-in-law, kidded Andy about being their new stepmother and raved about his cooking (Andy and John had done the turkey with all the trimmings). The grandkids, all three of Kathy’s, Peter’s two boys and Meg’s baby, were in heaven with their uncles, Mike and John, and new Grampa Andy. Meg and Kathy had gotten him presents and showed an interest in his conversation, although he carefully a
