Chapter 270

Marie wiped her hands on her apron and then pretended to cry; her knuckles rounded in her eyes. "Don't I get a hug? I missed you the entire time you were gone."

"Sure," Wyatt said as he left Ronnie's side to hug her.

"Oh, that felt so good. Thank you." Marie said.

"Something smells good. Are you baking cookies?" Wyatt asked.

"No, I did that earlier and don't worry, I left some for you to decorate. And do you know what we're going to do with all the cookies then?" Marie asked.

"Eat them till they're all gone," Wyatt guessed.

"No, silly, we, you and I, and maybe Janet here if she wants to help, are going to put them in these pretty containers and deliver them." Marie explained, her hands on her hips.

"Why would we deliver them? To who? I thought they were for all of us." Wyatt's eyes welled with tears.

"Oh, dear boy, don't worry. There will be plenty for us, we aren't giving them all away. The people we deliver them to aren't able to celebrate Christmas, they elderly and