Unsurprisingly, none of our siblings—or our sibling-in-law—seemed to care two stitches that Christine St. Claire was our biological mother. But they all expressed happiness at the prospect of Claire coming into the Winston fold.
Well, everyone except Billy. He remained quiet on the matter until Duane had asked him point-blank what he thought about me asking Claire to Thanksgiving and Christmas.
To which Billy responded, “If she comes to Christmas, I’ll be the first to hang the mistletoe.”
We took that as approval