Red Wolf
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A few days later, Delilah broached the subject of the survivalists again. “It is big money, Boone,” Delilah reiterated. “But I think we should wait until after Christmas.”
“You celebrate Christmas?” Boone was surprised. She had never mentioned religion before.
“Celebrate, no. I wasn’t raised as a Christian. But decorate and exchange presents, hell yes! It is my favorite time of the year.”
“You are going to decorate your house?” Boone asked trying to imagine how many gazillion lights it would take to decorate the palatial sized mansion on Raven Hill. He could imagine a fifty-foot tree in the massive foyer and miles of fresh green garland on the staircase. He could envisage two large wreaths on the gigantic entrance to the mansion.
“No, we are going to decorate your house. I spend more time here than on Raven Hill. Plus your home is so much more comfortable. It is perfect. I will make it look like a picture out of a magazine. The fireplace, the log walls, your house is perfect. I love your cabin.”
“And I suspect you are going to have me go find a real tree and chop it down.”
“Would you?” Delilah cooed and jumped up and down clapping her hands.
“If I am going out in the snow and freeze my boys off, so are you.”
“I don’t have any boys,” Delilah giggled as she ran for her coat and scarf.