Page 97 of My Merry Mistake
Finn
We’ll fix that. What else do you do?
I think back on the past few Christmas seasons and realize it’s been a while since I’ve done anything to celebrate the holidays beyond the actual day. When I don’t respond right away, Finn texts again.
Finn
Don’t tell me . . . you don’t do any of this stuff.
Raya
The holidays are busy enough.
Finn
Raya
Finn
Did you know they have holiday fireworks?
Do you think those are different from regular fireworks?
He can’t seriously be this awestruck over Christmas, can he? Maybe this is just how he is about everything.
Raya
I think they’re pretty much the same.
Finn
Still cool. The ice rink looks decent too. Do you skate? Dallas said he took Poppy once and she was terrible.
Raya
She is. And so am I. Nobody in our family skates.
Finn
Great! I’ll teach you.
Raya
I’m good.
Finn
Nah, I got you.
The Monday before Thanksgiving, Poppy and Eloise take pity on me with a sisters’ night. It was Eloise’s idea, and once she had it in her head, there was no talking her out of it.
She also said she didn’t want me to leave my house, so they were coming to me.
I told her to stop babying me, and she said she wanted to give me a dose of my own medicine. There was no laughing emoji or “LOL” attached to that text.
