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Remembering Presents

I scowled to myself. I really needed to find a good present for Sharon. I had considered a large batch of Ginkgo, but she already had so much… I sighed, “What are you getting her?”
He stared at me blankly, “I’m not telling.”
I blinked, “Why not?”
“It’s a secret,” he said in a tone that suggested that should be obvious. Perhaps it was in his family. In my extended family, it was never a secret. I knew most of the presents before anyone opened any. I wondered if this was because it was always just him and Sharon.
“Does your father spend Christmas with you?” I asked, curious now.
He frowned, “He didn’t use to… He would spend time with me the day after. This year, though, Mom’s letting him in the house so…”
He trailed off, staring out the window again. I sighed, “Oh heaven knows what I’m going to get you. Perhaps and iTunes gift card since you listen to the thing all the time,” I teased.
His jaw clenched, “No.”
I frowned.
Just let him be, he’ll tell you when he’s ready, I chanted mentally.

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