Door 18
"One would think you already bought enough of that stuff!" Montague complained.
"What I bought were decorations for the house. Now we need decorations for the Christmas tree." Angelina replied and entered the first shop.
"Remember: no red!" He called after her while he tried to get into the shop himself, what turned out to be harder than he had thought since they weren't the only ones out to buy the last things for Christmas today.
"Only a madman goes shopping in December." He muttered and tried to find Angelina and the children among all the other people in the shop. He found her – of course she hadn't listened to him – right in front of the red Christmas ornaments.
He made his way to them and glared down at her.
"Were you listening at all?" he asked her but she didn't answer him. Instead she shoved something into his hands.
"Here, hold this." She told him and reached for some red ornaments that looked like bells. Montague looked down at the box in his hands. His eyebrows rose automatically when he saw the content.
"Green balls?" he asked her surprised. Angelina looked at him confused and he held the box in front of her face.
"Do you think I'd want a repetition of our argument about the colours for the decoration? We took green and red for the rest of the house, we can as well use it for the tree." Angelina told him matter-of-factly.
"Tip, star or angel?"
"What?" Montague asked not understanding at all what she wanted now.
"What do you want on the tip of the tree? An ordinary tip, a star or an angel? Or something completely different? And before you even think about it, NO snakes!"
"Why would I care whatever you put on top of the tree?"
"You care about the colour…"
"Because too much of that red makes me sick."
Angelina sighed and threw her hands up in defeat.
"Fine, let's fight again. How could I think that we'd manage to go shopping for once without a fight?" She turned around and took Emily's hands in her own and headed for the door, leaving Montague to pay for all the ornaments and candles she had chosen.
He sighed and went to counter and paid for the decoration.
"I'll help." He looked down to see Samuel next to him, holding his hands out to take one of the bags. Montague gave him the lightest one and was just about to go out after him when a voice stopped him.
"You have a strong son there."
Montague turned around to face a man in his early forties.
"Oh, no, he isn't my son. I… he is an orphan and stays with me until Christmas." He explained and followed Samuel to where Angelina and Emily were waiting outside.