Page 31 of Forgotten Romance

I laugh before I write back.

And since I’m assuming the rest of you supported this idea, you now owe me.

Payne:

Ever since I joined this group, I’m constantly being dragged into fuckery.

Art:

You’re welcome. Now what do you need, Davey?

What do I need? I think through my plan and what the first step will be.

Okay, first, I need one of you to call Mack and take him to do something this afternoon. The rest of you are going to cancel your plans and come over here. We have crafting to do.

Art:

Goddamnit. I told Joey that having friends was a bad idea.

Orson:

We’ll be there. Want to fill us in on your plans?

Me:

Apparently Mack wanted the perfect weekend and he feels like camping went to shit—not far off, honestly. So I thought tonight we’d put the Christmas tree up with the kids, but because Kiera and Van are monsters half of the time, that could be either family fun or complete chaos, so I want to skew the odds in our favor.

Payne:

I’m not helping you drug your kids.

Dear god.

Art:

Why not? Bit of rum on my pacifier did me fine as a baby.

Keller:

Thank you for making Payne’s point.

Me:

No drugging. Well, kind of. We’re going to keep them busy with shiny ornaments, hot chocolate, and treats after a day of one of you wearing them out. Plus crafts. Lots and lots of crafts. I want this place to look incredible.

Art:

I don’t like where this is going.

Me:

If you think I’m letting you and your dick brain anywhere near the crafts, you’re mistaken. Uncle Art gets to do energetic stuff.

Art:

Since Joey makes me keep you fuckers around, he’s definitely getting roped into this.

Orson:

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