Chapter 42: Trending

"What do you want Luke to give you for Christmas?" Cearra asked me. We were sitting in a little alcove by her living room. "How about himself wrapped up in a red bow and nothing else?"

I had to think about that for a second. "I want a puppy for Christmas!" one of Cearra's little sisters screamed, running up to us.

Her house was chaotic with four siblings under the age of twelve. Toys were littered across the living room, like miniature safety hazards. Her parents were in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

Cearra grabbed hold of her sister before she ran into us and told me, "A puppy... or Luke with his puppy dog eyes?"

There's a theme here.