Christmas
Beebub invited me over for dinner on Christmas Day, but I told him I had plans. Marlene knew of my yearly tradition to visit my dad’s gravesite and spend some time there. December 25th had been his birthday.
I had been talking to Beebub off and on since he’d returned home. We’d both been busy, what with the Christmas sales at the store, the winter festival, and him settling into life here again and traveling a fair amount.
A lot had happened to him in the seven years since we’d seen each other last, including Sean’s attack. He and Sean had broken up a few years after I’d seen them together, and that’s when the troubles began. His ex had called all the time, and Beebub had changed his number frequently. Beebub had gotten a restraining order, but Sean kept up the harassment. Whe
