Chapter 8“So,” Matthew said. “I don’t think you two need me tonight. Should I head back? I think my roommate’s probably gone, so, thank you so much for the hospitality, but—”
“No.” I turned around from my spot at the bathroom counter. I’d been gathering up toiletries, last minute of course, for the trip that Tate and I were taking to his folk’s place. It was Christmas Eve. Tate’s sister and her kids would be arriving that night; there would be a big dinner and then people would go to bed in order for Santa to come for the kids during the night. We’d unwrap presents and then have another, fancier dinner on Christmas day. Then we’d all go home. It was good, it was fun.
But all of it seemed wrong now that I was reminded of the shared cultural history between me and Matthew. He knew that Chr
