“You are freaking awesome, you know?” Michelle pressed. “It’s easy to forget who you are outside of family life. But you’re one of my favorite people because you’re so damn amazing.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re my listing agent.”
“Speaking of real estate,” Michelle said. “I sold it.”
“Sold what?”
“The Milton Estate. The deal closed yesterday. Finally!”
“You’re kidding? Congratulations!” I slapped the back of the couch with enthusiasm. The Milton Estate had been on Michelle’s portfolio for two long years. It was a gorgeous property, but there was a very small pool of buyers who could both afford it and wanted to live in our small town.
“I mean, it’s no one-night stand with a rock star. But I thought I was going to be stuck with that place forever. So, I’m pretty happy.” She winked.
“One one-night stand and you never hear the end of it,” I said airily. “This calls for more wine.”
“I won’t argue with that,” my friend said.
I topped off our glasses and pulled my feet up under me. “So who’s the lucky buyer?”
“Some corporation,” she said around a mouthful of Thai food. “Becoming, LLC.”
I choked on my wine.
“You okay?” Michelle asked, slapping me on the back.
“Fine,” I rasped. “Totally fine. Did you say Becoming?”
“Yeah. It’s a holding company for who knows what. Not that it matters. It could be a serial killer consortium and I’d still happily collect my commission.”
My head was spinning.
I stood up and stumbled to the back door to stare across the pasture.
“I drove by on my way home from the grocery store, and there was a furniture truck out front,” Michelle called after me.
It had to be a coincidence. Right?
What were the odds that—
My inner pandemonium was cut off by the doorbell.
I spilled my wine in my mad dash to the front door.
“You expecting Publishers Clearing House or something?” Michelle wondered from the living room.
I yanked open the door, ready to throw myself into the arms of…a stranger with an official looking envelope.
“Can I help you?” I asked, trying to smother my disappointment.
“Ms. Aucker?”
My heart was thumping in my head, chest, and feet. “Yes.”
He held out the envelope. “For you.”
“Um, thanks?”
I closed the door and returned to the living room tearing open the envelope like a toddler on Christmas.
“What’s that?” Michelle asked, a spring roll clutched between her teeth like a cigar.
I frowned. “It looks like legal papers.”
She wiped her hands on her jeans. “Gimmie.”
I handed them over and fought the urge to run out the back door to check out my new neighbor.
“Definitely legal,” Michelle reported. “Looks like a contract. Huh. That’s weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“Are you a songwriter?”
“Uh, no,” I said with a nervous laugh.
“Well according to this, Becoming Records wants to pay you for a song you cowrote…with Vonn Barlowe and Tommy Kwik?” Her screech had Betty looking a little nervous.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
“Hey, there’s a note in here. It says, ‘Howdy, neighbor. Thanks for the words. Dinner at my place?’ And it’s signed with an X. No wait. That’s a V. Definitely a V.”
I snatched the note out of Michelle’s hand and read it.
“Is this real? Is this actually happening?” Michelle demanded. Betty was now tap dancing between us trying to figure out what we were so excited about.
“I’ll be back,” I said. In five seconds I had pulled on my back-door boots and was out the door running, tears on my cheeks and a smile so wide it hurt my face.
There on the far side of the pasture stood a lone figure leaning against the fence. Even from that distance, even through the tears, I could just make out the silvery beard.
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Behind the Scenes
The idea for One Night Only came from Mr. Lucy attending a concert. He sent me a picture of CJ Ramone from Me First and the Gimme Gimmes on stage looking like quite the punk-rocking silver fox and so Vonn Barlowe was born.
Punk Christmas Playlist
“Silent Night” by The Dickies
“Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” by Reel Big Fish
“Last Christmas” by Jimmy Eat World
“Oi to the World” by The Vandals
“Run Rudolph Run” by Slaughter and the Dogs
“Please Come Home for Christmas” by Unwritten Law
“You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” by The Suicide Machines
“It Feels Like Christmas” by Eddie & The Hot Rods
“Silent Night / Hallelujah Chorus” by The Members
“White Christmas” by Bad Religion
Don’t Miss These Holiday Reads by Lucy
The Christmas Fix
Heart of Hope
The Mistletoe Kisser
Terms for this short story:
Messenger = angel
Demon = asshole
KELLAN
I don’t do celebrations unless they’re the worshiping-your-demon sort of thing. I’m all for those, because duh—they’re worshiping me.
Not Shay. Oh no. She likes parties and holidays and events where people dress up, smile, and laugh.