Dec 13, 2011 12:49
Once again, Sookie was up as early as she could be, to lay out a few gifts for people who might want to believe that Santa had brought them, and then she was padding into the kitchen to brew coffee and start breakfast.
And if she brought Kennedy's gifts into the kitchen with her to store in the airing cupboard, well, she didn't want anyone to see them and be depressed. Because she certainly was. But she'd just hold onto them until they heard from Kennedy again, and it'd be fine.
It was Christmas. It had to be.
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