"Girl, me neither. But that's part of what makes it easy—the spontaneity."
"And the nannies."
"We haven't reached that point yet. Probably won't. I'm not dealing with infants... that's not a part of the plan. But I do like rescuing kids. Jack pegged me hard on that one."
Alec's eyebrows went up.
"You know what I mean." Demarco shook his head. "Dirty, dirty mind."
"So, what do I need to do... for Ms. Sheronda's cousin?"
"Nothing. Just keep writing. Your phone will likely be ringing soon enough."
"Thanks, D."
"Thank you. All of this began with your venture out here. You're the one that set things in motion."
"Really? I was thinking maybe it started in the Circle. I think there's magic there."
"There's magic everywhere, Alec. Some people just don't see it... and they never do. Some people just take a little longer to see it. Eventually, it's clear... once we let the blinders down. I owe you for helping me lower mine."
"Jack played a big part in that too."
"No question. But you were the extra push I needed."
Alec nodded. "So, what comes next? Rabbits in hats?"
"I don't know... but I'm excited to find out."
"Everyone loves a magic show."
24
Christmas Eve.
"Ma, thank you again for dinner. It's been a long time since I've had home cooking likethat."
"I'm happy to do it... and I'm very happy to be here."
Demarco and Abigail Alford were bundled up, sipping hot cocoa on a bench just off the Ellipse... enjoying an enchanting view of the National Christmas Tree with the White House behind. Jack and the boys were making their way around thePathway of Peace, a walkway surrounding the big tree with over 50 smaller trees, celebrating the different states and US territories.
"I certainly never imagined I'd be spending Christmas Eve practically on the White House lawn."
"It's been a tradition for me and Alec for a long time... and now there's Jack... and the boys... and you."
"It's beautiful, Demarco. I miss spending time with you."
"Well, we can change that. I'm ready for you to come up here permanently, you know."
"Oh, Lord. Your sister will have plenty to say about that."
"We'll work it out, ma. She's had you for the last 20 years. I want you with me now. I want you withmyfamily."
"I do think it's time for a change—feels like it is anyway," Abigail said. "Sophia's kids are in college and... it's just not that much fun around there anymore."
"I'm sure she won't take it lying down."
"I don't care. I was there mainly for the grandkids... and they're fine now, off in their schools. But Sophia—she's done lost her mind, Demarco. All she talks about is her prayer group... and her bridge club... and having a new house, with a well-manicured lawn, in a gated community. She thinks Jesus Christ wants her to have a swimming pool, a BMW, and a bidet.A BUH-DAY, Demarco. She thinks eternal salvation comes from prestige and a pristine poop-chute!"
