As if adhering to some silent agreement, neither sibling answered his question. You had to be a Gregson kid to understand, they supposed. Kate thought of a Fandom day, when the island had made her sing something she'd rather have kept to herself.

I cannot I cannot I cannot run from my family.

Marshall thought about something else. "Lionel had this calendar," he said. "These, um, Norman Rockwell pictures, paintings. So stupid. And there's this picture where this kid finds a Santa costume in his dad's drawer." He paused, for just a second. "Wonder what he would have painted if he grew up here."

Kate's brow crinkled in thought. "Ohhh," she sighed. "Wait. Is there no fucking Santa Claus?"

Gregson sense of humor at its best.