Chapter Sixteen
Savannah
I push the cart slowly through the aisle.
“Okay, so, silver and gold?” Abigail asks as we enter the third Christmas store in a row.
Since I decided for a second time to stay at the house, I thought it was about time to decorate.
Abigail and June normally do a Christmas tree, but that’s about it. Not this year. If I’m staying, we are decorating just like Lynn and I did back in New York. Winter wonderland.
“And red,” I add as Abigail holds up a package of white, sparkly snowflakes. “Now, those are perfect. How many in a package?”
“Umm, twelve—oh, look, gold ones too.”
“Perfect. Grab three of each.”
She laughs and drops them into the cart.
“So, do you know how Melanie and Mark are doing?”
Abigail holds up some thick red ribbon. I nod while selecting boxes of ornaments and a red velvet tree skirt. “They’re doing really well, actually.” She beams. “He’s even talking to me about her now. He wants to invite her to the light show in town when we all attend.”
“Wow, kind of like meeting the family officially…again!” We break out laughing.
After three more stores, I am more than impressed with what we got. Paul shakes his head each time we come out with a cart full from each place.
“I’ll take you to Zack’s once I know you’re settled,” he says. “I’ll take off to the grocery store to save some time.”
“Okay…” I hesitate before giving him my list.
“What?”
“Just don’t substitute things.”
He smirks at me; we’ve been down this road before.
“When it says—”
“I know.” He snatches the list out of my hand. “When it says sharp cheese, don’t get medium cheese. Oh, I remember.” He chuckles and waves me into the SUV.
Zack is more than happy to see us. Our impromptu shopping trip didn’t allow us to give him a heads up that we were coming, and he falls all over himself with glee. Adam, remembering last time, seats us by the fireplace.
“Ladies! What an unexpected pleasure,” Zack says warmly. “Are you in town to do a little shopping?”
“Savannah wants to spread some Christmas cheer throughout the house, so we needed to buy some decorations.” Abigail smiles as she removes her coat.
“I think we bought the town,” I joke.
“Well, isn’t that fun!” He snaps his fingers at Adam. “A bottle of my personal favorite.” Adam rushes off toward the back. “You two sit back and let Zack take care of you.”
I smile. That seems to be his line with us. I am more than willing—he always makes the best food.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Abigail takes a sip of her water.
“Sure.”
“Who taught you how to play the piano?”