"You're welcome, I know what death feels like too." You have no idea.
I walk away from the sad scene developing in the kitchen. And resign to my dark corner again. The radio, now playing a sad song, but everyone in a bad mood.
If only I could entertain them somehow.
Then I had an idea, I picked a book off the shelf and sat in a chair. I cleared my throat and asked for everyone's attention. They, all looked at me, and Kian looked especially downhearted.
I turned over the book I picked out and saw the title.
A christmas carol. How apt.
I opened the book to the first page with words.
"The marley's were dead to begin with..."