Since one of the biggest storms of the season is supposed to hit this evening, I spend most of the day helping my parents at our Christmas tree farm. After I chop a fuckton of wood for them, I go to my twin sister Lucy’s house and do the same for her.
“Thanks, bro!” She waves, already dressed in her pajamas.
I look at my watch. “It’s barely four.”
“So? It’s a pre-snow day.” She shrugs. “Thanks again for the wood.”
“Welcome. Couldn’t let ya freeze. Check in with me after the blizzard passes,” I tell her, knowing I need to get home to do the same. “Come on, Dasher,” I say as my golden retriever begs to go inside with her.
“He wants to stay with me,” she teases. “It’s because he likes me more.” She pets him, bending down and kissing his head.
“Dasher!” I whistle. He bolts toward me, hop
