savannah tried to work up some enthusiasm to match her daughter 's , but all she could think about was the probability that too much snow would make the sagging roof plummet down on top of their heads as they slept . still , she forced a smile . `` there 's nothing like a white christmas , '' she agreed . `` can we get a tree and make hot chocolate and sing carols like you used to do when you were a kid ? '' hannah pleaded . `` then it wo n't matter if we do n't have any
presents

loosened the vise and checked my work and put it away in my shirt pocket . then i found a chisel . it was a woodworking item . it had a half-inch blade and a nice ash handle . it was probably seventy years old . i hunted around and found a carborundum whetstone and a rusty can of sharpening fluid . dabbed some fluid on the stone and spread it with the tip of the
chisel

lying back , molly unzipped the fly of her short-shorts and peeled them to bikini level . her plumpness and tight skin made her look as sleek as a sea lion . she saw my look . `` gotcha ! '' i had to grin . `` sure did . the outside you is five star triple-a . i 've got to get to work ,

molly