The snow increased as they drove north. Sid groaned and opened his eyes.
“We’re almost to Gramma’s!” Jack said.
“Are you sure she won’t mind me coming? I mean, we just met,and we aren’t even bringing anything.” Sid said.
“Gramma always has a place at the table, and besides, we’retoo hung-over to shop ha!” Jack pulled a flask out of his jacket pocket andhanded it to Sid after taking a swig. The alcohol began to cut through the hazeleft from the night before. He stopped the truck in front of a path into thewoods and the darkness. “We’ll have to walk from here.”
They walked to the cabin in snow mid-shin deep. The hunting cabin had a log exterior and two feet of snow on the roof. The front window lights glowed a soft light onto the covered front porch. Jack threw the door open and they stepped in. A fire burned on the hearth and in the kitchen area, Gramma was just finishing setting the table for two places.
“Jack!” She barked. ”Christ it’s cold!” She quickly movedacross the room and gave him a hug. “Who’s this?” she asked.
“A new friend I met last night, Sidor. He tells me he’s astudent at the university.”
Gramma rummaged in her cupboards and came out with anotherplace setting. She piled the plate, silverware and cup on the table. She brushedback her long grey hair back with her fingers. “No family for you this season,Sidor?”
“All back home. I am kind of cut off from them. You can callme Sid.”
“Merry Christmas, Sid! We’re glad to have you!” She movedtoward the kitchen. “You boys make yourselves at home. It will be awhile. beforeyour meat is ready…” She poured them each a glass of punch. They settled intothe old couch in front of the fire. Sid sleepily looked over and watched Grammaput the third place setting back in the cupboard.
The snow fell quietly outside.
Now the table was setfor two…