Chapter 17

“You want to do what?” Martha Davis asked, her eyes wide as she stared across her desk at Brady.

“Bring Christmas back,” he said, infusing energy into his voice instead of the doubt he was feeling inside. He didn’t know this woman well enough to gauge her reaction, but he had the idea that she thought he was crazy, despite the discussion they’d had at the meeting the day before.

She shook her head. “Brady, I understand what you’re saying, I do. And I agreed with what you had to say yesterday. But as my fellow council members said at the meeting, I don’t know how it can be done.”

Brady flashed her his winning smile. “I think it can. Listen, you’re good friends with Doris Snow, right?”

Martha nodded, her forehead crinkling. They were sitting in her office near the downtown shopping district. She worked as a therapist when she