Chapter Nine
Jax
Seth examines the tree, his head tipping right then left. “You paid money for this?”
“Earl. His name is Earl.” Jolie’s busy watering the tree. “What’s your tree’s name, Rian?”
“Yeah, Rian, what’s your tree’s name?” Seth mocks. One day Jolie might stomp on his foot when she figures out what sarcasm is.
“Um.” Rian glances at their perfectly decorated tree with an “Our First Christmas” ornament prominently displayed. “Glenda?”
“Glenda?” I scoff.
Rian gives me that death stare like she did in the back of the bakery. “She’s the good witch.”
None of us say anything.
“Seriously? No one? Wizard of Oz…” Rian adds.
“The hottie in the big pink puffball of a dress?” Seth asks. He’s walking on thin ice.
“As opposed to the one dressed in black with the green face. Yes, Seth.
