80 Bronson

I watch as Nikki runs back over to where Jim and Landen are helping, the f*cker load the tree onto the roof of our SUV. I’m just hanging up with Rand when I hear my name being called from across the lot. I turn and spot George McCall coming over, his small granddaughter clinging his hand tightly.

“George, good morning.” I state extending my hand out. He shakes it immediately then looks down at his granddaughter.

“We’re getting in some last-minute shopping and Elizabeth here wanted to come and see the trees. She always enjoys picking one out for us to put right outside the home. What about you?”

“My girlfriend. She wanted a tree and I suppose we just waited last minute.”