Johnny stood, hands on his hips, several feet from the brightly lit Christmas tree. It was perfect. With a final nod, he switched the tree off and stepped out into the bay. "Hey, guys," he called, "come take a look!"
Sitting at the end of the couch with Henry, Chet stealthily unscrewed a bright orange bulb from the nearby strand. A mischievous smile pushed his mustache upward as he returned to his newspaper.
"Chet." Hank Stanley's quiet voice brought the lineman's curly head back up. "Be nice."
"Sorry, Cap," he said, retightening the light before Johnny and the others returned.
