simply looked at his son, speechless.
Luke smiled broadly.
“See?” he said. “Even the donor knows.”
Part Seventeen: Christmas
We hosted Christmas dinner that year.
All five of us—Mike, Luke, Dana, Ben, and me. Eileen also came with shortbread, sitting beside Dana and talking endlessly about nursing.
It was our first gathering as one family. No longer two friendly households, but one family. PlanFamily Trips
Afterward, the boys presented Mike with a gift.
It came in a large, flat brown-paper package. They had made it themselves. They worked for three
