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receive it at your doorstep just before Christmas.”
    “Perfect. Thanks.” I smiled, enjoying the humor between us and this little devil that Jenna was becoming. After we had shopped some more, it was time to go home. Our legs were tired and our credit cards had been used a lot.
    By the time we were headed back home, it was almost six. We texted our husbands to let them know we were on our way and to ask them to feed the kids if they were hungry. The traffic was horrendous, and we didn’t know what time we would arrive. Hopefully, Jenna’s house was in one piece. Why wouldn’t it be? I brushed away the thought, telling myself that I was being ridiculous.
    “We’re home,” we exclaimed, entering from the garage into the house.
    “Yay!” I heard the children screaming. Around the corner they came and hugged Jenna and me, almost knocking us down in the process. Thank goodness for the wall behind us. Jenna’s boys went back to whatever they had been doing and Mason ran after them.
    “Did you go anywhere?” I asked Addy. She was helping me with my bags, not that I needed help, but she was sweet that way.
    “No, we stayed home,” she answered.
    Looking at all the toys on the hardwood floor, there was no sign of a clean house or of Max and Matthew having looked after the kids. I followed the path of toys on the floor to the family room. Jenna’s house was Christmas ready, as I knew it would be. During Thanksgiving at our in-laws’ place, we’d talked about how we would decorate our houses this year.
    Jenna’s tree was just as tall as mine, stockings were hung on the fireplace mantel, and poinsettias were aligned along the bottom. The house smelled and looked like Christmas. Even the front of the house was decorated with lights, reindeers were on the roof, and fake snow was on the grass; it looked like Santa’s workshop. Max had outdone himself, but so had Matthew. Though Matthew denied it, I had a feeling those two boys were in a competition to outdo each other, just like they’d done with the locks and keys in Paris. When the City of Paris announced they were tearing down parts of the Pont des Art, also known as the lock and key bridge, Max and Matthew flew there to retrieve the locks they’d left for us. Now ours was displayed in our bedroom, as was Jenna and Max’s in theirs.
    “Hey, you’re back,” Matthew said without looking at me.
    “Hey, babe,” Max said to Jenna, without looking at her either.
    Both of our husbands were engrossed in playing Star Wars video games. Star Wars toys were everywhere, scattered about the floor. I was afraid to even check out the other rooms. It was as if all the Star Wars toys Jenna and I had seen at Toys “R” Us had suddenly appeared in her living room, without the packaging. Jenna’s boys and Mason were sitting on the floor, way too close to the TV, while Cassie was fussing in Max’s lap. When she saw Jenna, she lost it. She started bawling. Poor Cassie, she was still in her PJs. Not that it mattered, but she had endured all the loud noises.
    Jenna dropped her bags and immediately picked up Cassie. “Max. Did you feed Cassie?”
    “Of course I did, babe,” he replied, without looking at her again.
    “Did the kids have dinner?” I asked.
    “We had dinner. We left you some,” Matthew answered, his eyes still glued to the screen.
    When Jenna took Cassie to the kitchen, I followed, seeing the mess continue to this part of the house. The unfinished plates were on the table, along with open boxes of pizza. And next to them was a closed box of cold pizza, I assumed. I opened it. “Combo. At least it’s what we like.” I shrugged.
    Jenna rolled her eyes, took out several slices, and placed them on a plate she had grabbed from the cabinet. She warmed them up in the microwave while she was holding Cassie. I knew she wasn’t crazy mad at all the mess, but as a mother, I understood her frustration. After the microwave beeped to let us know it was ready, Jenna took