Page 56 of Bright Lights, Big Christmas
The temperature continued to drop for the next two hours. The sky darkened, and Kerry looked up in time to see the first flurry of snowflakes. She threw another log on the fire and stood over it, warming her hands.
She propped her phone on her worktable and tapped her Spotify playlist. Soon she had Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole crooning about sleigh rides and chestnuts roasting on an open fire as she was warmed by the sights and sounds of Christmas in the city.
Customers drifted in, most of them prompted by seeing AshleyActually’s Instagram post about the Tolliver Family Tree Farm. She sold six more trees, leaving her with only a total of seven left, and was grateful that all the customers didn’t mind toting their trees home themselves.
Austin and Patrick came back to the tree stand at dusk. Austin was wearing an obviously new yellow-and-blue-striped knit Steelers ski cap and scarf, and Patrick carried a large flat cardboard box.
“Looks like you sold a bunch more trees,” Patrick said, setting the box on the worktable beside her, as Austin crawled under the table to snuggle with Queenie.
Kerry pointed to the box. “Is that what I think it is?”
He lifted the lid. “From Arturo’s. Only the best authentic pizza in the Village. Sorry to be so late. I love my sister, but she can draw out a goodbye like nobody else.”
Kerry inhaled the spicy tomato aroma and lifted a slice from the box. She took a bite, chewed, and let out a sigh of contentment. “Oh my Gawd. This is so good.”
She polished off the slice in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
“I know you can’t get pizza like this down in North Carolina,” Patrick said.
She wiped her hands on a paper napkin and dabbed her lips withit. “On the other hand, you also can’t get real barbecue in Greenwich Village, or anywhere in New York City.”
“Hah! There’s a place over on Greenwich Avenue, called Mighty Quinn’s. It’s got incredible authentic barbecue.”
“I bet they serve brisket,” Kerry said with a dismissive sniff. “Not the same thing at all. And also, what’s the sauce? Is it eastern Carolina sauce, or western Carolina?”
“There’s a difference?”
“Don’t get me started. Blood feuds have erupted over this very issue. Eastern Carolina barbecue can be any cut of meat and the sauce is thin and vinegar and pepper based. To me, it tastes like bitterness and regret. On the other hand, western Carolina barbecue is divine. It’s smoked pork butt with a thick rich sauce that uses ketchup and some brown sugar.”
Patrick raised one eyebrow. “Do I detect some bias on your part?”
“Just reliable reporting,” Kerry said. “Now, my dad’s sauce is a little bit of a mash-up of the two. Although, it’s actually my grandmother’s original secret recipe. Muv would fill up recycled wine bottles with her sauce and give them out as Christmas gifts. And if she really liked you, she’d urge you to bring it back later in the year for a refill.”
“I’d like to try that sauce,” Patrick said.
“Murphy usually carries some around in his truck—for barbecue emergencies. When he gets back, I’ll ask him to give you a taste. Or maybe, when I go home, I’ll send you a bottle.”
“Why do you gotta go home?” Austin asked plaintively.
“Because… I just do,” Kerry said. “I can’t live in this little camper forever.”
“Why not? I love Spammy. I would live there forever if my dad would let me.”
“Spammy doesn’t have a working bathroom, or a kitchen. Andwe can’t park here much longer, because this space doesn’t belong to us. Right after Christmas, I have to find a new job and a new place to live,” she explained.
“But…”
Patrick ruffled his son’s hair. “I want her to stay too, Austin, but the lady says she’s only here til Christmas, so we have to respect that. Okay?”
Austin ducked his chin and she could see that he was fighting back tears. Kerry was getting a little teary-eyed herself at the prospect of all the changes looming post-holiday.
She gathered the boy into her arms. “Hey. Let’s not think about goodbyes right now.
“He’s shivering,” she told Patrick. “Maybe y’all should call it a night.”
Austin struggled out of her embrace. “Dad, can we have a campout tonight? Please? I’ve never been camping before. And this will be like camping in a forest.” His blue eyes shone as he pleaded his case.
Patrick checked with Kerry.
