My True Love Gave To Me: Twelve Holiday Stories

Then he came back to Mags and pinned her against the wall, crowding her as much as hugging her. “Oh, God, Mags,” he said. “Never leave me.”

“I never left you,” she said to his chest. “I never go anywhere.”

“Never let me leave you,” he said to the top of her head.

My list of achievements is quite impressive, if I do say so myself.

My failures equal one.

The whole mess started when I lit the church on fire

Growing up, there’d been so many times she’d wished her mom could be a lawyer or a banker or a producer, the kind of jobs some of her friends’ parents had. But when her mother had been invited to show at the prestigious Biennale, and Luba had sold a ring so Sophie could accompany her, she’d been so proud of her mother, the artist.

Flynn looks up at the sky, at the North Star above us. Polaris, it’s called. A fixed point, more accurate than any compass. You always know where you are when you look up at it

Here’s a question: are the sweaters mating, or the people in them?” Sophie asked.

When Russell grinned, he no longer looked professorial. “Couldn’t tell you, Sophie,” he said. “But both prospects scare the shit out of me.”

Sophie laughed

“Stay away from dudes.”

I turned back to Haley, who was obviously waiting for me to leave now that I’d proven useless.

How stupid he is, standing out here when he is welcome inside.

They’d stopped swaying.

“Are we still dancing?” she asked.

“We’re still dancing. Don’t get any big ideas, Margaret.” He let go of her hand and wrapped that arm around her, too. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I never go anywhere,” Mags whispered.