"Nobody told you I was coming?" Tinsel stopped and looked back at her brother. "You live here, and nobody told you I was moving back in?"
It seemed that she should have talked to Henry more too. Merry wasn't the only sibling she'd been neglecting of late. Maybe she was taking after her distant father more than she'd thought. As she realised that, she shivered, and pushed the bedroom door open, dumping the bag on the floor.
Her old room. Festive As Figgy pudding. Giant red light-up star on the wall, plaid scatter cushions, red throw- She couldn't face it. It spoke too loudly of the woman she'd wanted to be, and clearly wasn't. Instead she went back down the stairs to the fridge to find herself a beer. It was five o'clock somewhere.