Christmas Letters

by Debbie Macomber

  "Get him off," Max screamed, thrashing his arm to and fro in an effort to free himself from the cat-turned-killer. Wynn was desperately— and futilely— trying to distract Tom by waving the toy mouse. It didn't help.

  "Tom, Tom!" LaVonne screeched at the top of her lungs.

  Blood spurted onto the carpet.

  In a panic, Max pulled at Tom's fur. The cat then sank his teeth into Max's hand and Max yelped in pain.

  "Don't hurt my cat," LaVonne shrieked.

  Frozen to the spot, K.O. watched in horror as the scene unfolded. Wynn dropped the mouse, and if not for his quick action, K.O. didn't know what would have happened. Before she could fully comprehend how he'd done it, Wynn had disentangled Tom from his father's arm. LaVonne instantly took her beloved cat into her embrace and cradled him against her side.

  At the sight of his own blood, Max looked like he was about to pass out. K.O. hurriedly got him a clean towel, shocked at the amount of blood. The scratches seemed deep. "Call 9-1-1," Max shouted.

  Wynn pulled out his cell phone. "That might not be a bad idea," he said to K.O. "Cat scratches can get infected."

  "Contact the authorities, too," Max added, glaring at LaVonne. He stretched out his good arm and pointed at her. "I want that woman arrested and her animal destroyed."

  LaVonne cried out with alarm and hovered protectively over Tom. "My poor kitty," she whispered.

  "You're worried about the cat?" Max said. "I'm bleeding to death and you're worried about your cat?"

  Wynn replaced his phone. "The medics are on their way."

  "Oh…good." K.O. could already hear sirens in the background. She turned off her CD player. Thinking she should open the lobby door, she left the apartment, and when the aid car arrived, she directed the paramedics. Things had gotten worse in the short time she was gone. Max and LaVonne were shouting at each other as the small living room filled with people. Curious onlookers crowded the hallway outside her door.

  "My cat scratched him and I'm sorry, but he provoked Tom," LaVonne said stubbornly.

  "I want that woman behind bars." Max stabbed his finger in LaVonne's direction.

  "Sir, sir, we need you to settle down," instructed the paramedic who was attempting to take his blood pressure.

  "While she's in jail, declaw her cat," Max threw in.

  Wynn stepped up behind K.O. "Yup," he whispered. "This is a match made in heaven, all right."

  Then, just when K.O. was convinced nothing more could go wrong, her phone started to ring.

  Chapter 12

  "Don't you think you should answer that?" the paramedic treating Max's injuries asked. K.O. was too upset to move. The romantic interlude she'd so carefully plotted couldn't have gone worse. At least Wynn seemed to understand her distress.

  "I'll get it," Wynn said, and strode into the kitchen. "O'Connor residence," he said. At the way his eyes instantly shot to her, K.O. regretted not answering the phone herself.

  "It's your sister," he said, holding the phone away from his ear.

  Even above the racket K.O. could hear Zelda's high-pitched excitement. Her idol, Dr. Wynn Jeffries, had just spoken to her. The last person K.O. wanted to deal with just then was her younger sister. However, she couldn't subject Wynn to Zelda's adoration.

  She took the phone, but even before she had a chance to speak, Zelda was shrieking, "Is it really you, Dr. Jeffries? Really and truly?"

  "Actually, no," K.O. informed her sister. "It's me."

  "But Dr. Jeffries is with you?"

  "Yes."

  "Keep him there!"

  "I beg your pardon?"

  "Don't let him leave," Zelda said, sounding even more excited. "I'm calling on my cell. I'm only a few minutes away." She took a deep breath. "I need to talk to him. It's urgent. Zach and I just had the biggest argument ever, and I need to talk to Dr. Jeffries."

  "Zelda," K.O. cut in. "Now is not the best time for you to visit."

  "Didn't you hear me?" her sister cried. "This is an emergency."

  With that, the phone went dead. Groaning, K.O. replaced the receiver.

  "Is something wrong?" Wynn asked as he stepped around the paramedic who was still looking after Max.

  "It's Zelda. She wants— no, needs— to talk to you. According to her it's an emergency." K.O. felt the need to warn him. "She's already on her way."

  "Now? You mean she's coming now?"

  K.O. nodded. "Apparently so." Zelda hadn't mentioned what this argument with Zach was about. Three guesses said it had to do with Christmas and Wynn's theories. Oh, great. Her sister was arriving at the scene of a disaster.

  "Are you taking him to the h-hospital?" LaVonne sobbed, covering her mouth with both hands.

  "It's just a precaution," the medic answered. "A doctor needs to look at those scratches."

  "Not that dreadful man!" LaVonne cried, pointing at Max. "I'm talking about my cat."

  "Oh." The paramedic glanced at his companion. "Unfortunately, in instances such as this, we're obliged to notify Animal Control."

  "You're hauling my Tom to…jail?"

  "Quarantine," he told her gently.

  For a moment LaVonne seemed about to faint. Wynn put his arm around the older woman's shoulders and led her to the sofa so she could sit down. "This can't be happening," LaVonne wailed. "I can't believe this is happening to my Tom."

  "Your cat should be— "

  Wynn cast his father a look meaningful enough to silence the rest of whatever Max had planned to say.

  "I'm going to be scarred for life," Max shouted. "I just hope you've got good insurance, because you're going to pay for this. And you're going to pay big."

  "Don't you dare threaten me!" LaVonne had recovered enough to shout back.

  With his arm stretched out in front of him, Max Jeffries followed the paramedic out of the condo and past the crowd of tenants who'd gathered in the hallway outside K.O.'s door.

  "That…that terrible man just threatened me," LaVonne continued. "Tom's never attacked anyone like this before."

  "Please, please, let me through."

  K.O. heard her sister's voice.

  Meanwhile LaVonne was weeping loudly. "My poor Tom. My poor, poor Tom. What will become of him?"

  "What on earth is going on here?" Zelda demanded as she made her way into the apartment. The second paramedic was gathering up his equipment and getting ready to leave. The blood-soaked towels K.O. had wrapped around Max's arm were on the floor. The scene was completely chaotic and Zelda's arrival only added to the mayhem.

  "Your f-father wants to s-sue me," LaVonne stuttered, pleading with Wynn. "Do something. Promise me you'll talk to him."

  Wynn sat next to LaVonne and tried to comfort her. "I'll do what I can," he said. "I'm sure that once my father's settled down he'll listen to reason."

  LaVonne's eyes widened, as though she had trouble believing Wynn. "I don't mean to insult you, but your father doesn't seem like a reasonable man to me."

  "Whose blood is that?" Zelda asked, hands on her hips as she surveyed the room.

  K.O. tried to waylay her sister. "As you can see," she said, gesturing about her, "this really isn't a good time to visit."

  "I don't care," Zelda insisted. "I need to talk to Dr. Jeffries." She thrust his book at him and a pen. "Could you sign this for me?"

  Just then a man wearing a jacket that identified him as an Animal Control officer came in, holding an animal carrier. The name Walt was embroidered on his shirt.

  Wynn quickly signed his name, all the while watching the man from Animal Control.

  LaVonne took one look at Walt and burst into tears. She buried her face in her hands and started to rock back and forth.

  "Where's the cat?" Walt asked.

  "We've got him in the bathroom," the paramedic said.

  "Please don't hurt him," LaVonne wept. "Please, please…"

  Walt raised a reassuring hand. "I handle situations like this every day. Don't worry, Miss, I'll be gentle with your pet."


  "Dr. Jeffries, Dr. Jeffries." Zelda slipped past K.O. and climbed over LaVonne's knees in order to reach Wynn. She plunked herself down on the coffee table, facing him. "I really do need to talk to you."

  "Zelda!" K.O. was shocked by her sister's audacity.

  "Zach and I never argue," Zelda said over her shoulder, glaring at K.O. as if that fact alone should explain her actions. "This will only take a few minutes, I promise. Once I talk to Dr. Jeffries, I'll be able to tell Zach what he said and then he'll understand."

  LaVonne wailed as Walt entered the bathroom.

  K.O. heard a hiss and wondered if her shower curtain was now in shreds. She'd never seen a cat react to anyone the way Tom had to Wynn's father. Even now she couldn't figure out what had set him off.

  "This'll only take a minute," Zelda went on. "You see, my husband and I read your book, and it changed everything. Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't know if Zach read the whole book." A frown crossed her face.

  "LaVonne, perhaps I should take you home now," K.O. suggested, thinking it might be best for her neighbor not to see Tom leave the building caged.

  "I can't leave," LaVonne said. "Not until I know what's happening to Tom."

  The bathroom door opened and Walt reappeared with Tom safely inside the cat carrier.

  "Tom, oh, Tom," LaVonne wailed, throwing her arms wide.

  "Dr. Jeffries, Dr. Jeffries," Zelda pleaded, vying for his attention.

  "Zelda, couldn't this wait a few minutes?" K.O. asked.

  "Where are you taking Tom?" LaVonne demanded.

  "We're just going to put him in quarantine," Walt said in a soothing voice.

  "Tom's had all his shots. My veterinarian will verify everything you need to know."

  "Good. Still, we're legally required to do this. I guarantee he'll be well looked after."

  "Thank you," K.O. said, relieved.

  "Can I speak to Dr. Jeffries now?" Zelda asked impatiently. "You see, I don't think my husband really did read your book," she continued, picking up where she'd left off. "If he had, we wouldn't be having this disagreement."

  "I'll see LaVonne home," K.O. said. She closed one arm around her friend's waist and steered her out of the condo.

  Wynn looked at Zelda and sent K.O. a beseeching glance.

  "I'll be back as soon as I can," she promised.

  He nodded and mouthed the word hurry.

  K.O. rolled her eyes. As she escorted LaVonne, the sound of her sister's voice followed her into the hallway, which was fortunately deserted. It didn't take long to get LaVonne settled in her own place. Once she had Phillip and Martin with her, she was comforted, since both seemed to recognize her distress and lavished their mistress with affection.

  When she returned to her condo, K.O. found that her sister hadn't moved. She still sat on the coffee table, so close to Wynn that their knees touched. Judging by the speed with which Zelda spoke, K.O. doubted he'd had a chance to get a word in edgewise.

  "Then the girls started to cry," Zelda was saying. "They want a Christmas tree and Zach thinks we should get one."

  "I don't believe— " Wynn was cut off before he could finish his thought.

  "I know you don't actually condemn Christmas trees, but I didn't want to encourage the girls about this Santa thing, and I feel decorating a tree would do that. If we're going to bury Santa under the sleigh— and I'm in complete agreement with you, Dr. Jeffries— then it makes sense to downplay everything else having to do with Christmas, too. Certainly all the commercial aspects. But how do I handle the girls' reaction when they hear their friends talking about Santa?"

  Wynn raised a finger, indicating that he'd like to comment. His request, however, was ignored.

  "I feel as you do," Zelda rushed on breathlessly, bringing one hand to her chest in a gesture of sincerity. "It's wrong to mislead one's children with figures of fantasy. It's wrong, wrong, wrong. Zach agreed with me— but only in principle, as it turns out. Then we got into this big fight over the Christmas tree and you have to understand that my husband and I hardly ever argue, so this is all very serious."

  "Where's Zach now?" K.O. asked, joining Wynn on the sofa.

  As if to let her know how much he appreciated having her back, Wynn reached for her hand. At Zelda's obvious interest, he released it, but the contact, brief as it was, reassured her.

  Zelda lowered her head. "Zach's at home with the girls. If you must know, I sort of left my husband with the twins."

  "Zoe and Zara," K.O. said under her breath for Wynn's benefit.

  "Despite my strong feelings on the matter, I suspect my husband is planning to take our daughters out to purchase a Christmas tree." She paused. "A giant one."

  "Do you think he might even decorate it with Santa figurines and reindeer?" K.O. asked, pretending to be scandalized.

  "Oh, I hope not," Zelda cried. "That would ruin everything I've tried so hard to institute in our family."

  "As I recall," Wynn finally said. He waited a moment as if to gauge whether now was a good time to insert his opinions. When no one interrupted him, he continued. "I didn't say anything in my book against Christmas trees, giant or otherwise."

  "Yes, I know that, but it seems to me— "

  "It seems to me that you've carried this a bit further than advisable," Wynn said gently. "Despite what you and K.O. think, I don't want to take Christmas away from your children or from you and your husband. It's a holiday to be celebrated. Family and traditions are important."

  K.O. agreed with him. She felt gratified that there was common ground between them, an opinion on which they could concur. Nearly everything she'd heard about Wynn to this point had come from her sister. K.O. was beginning to wonder if Zelda was taking his advice to extremes.

  "Besides," he said, "there's a fundamental contradiction in your approach. You're correct to minimize the element of fantasy— but your children are telling you what they want, aren't they? And you're ignoring that."

  K.O. wanted to cheer. She took Wynn's hand again, and this time he didn't let go.

  "By the way," Zelda said, looking from Wynn to K.O. and staring pointedly at their folded hands. "Just when did you two start dating?"

  "I told you— "

  "What you said," her sister broke in, "was that Dr. Jeffries lived in the same building as you."

  "I told you we went to dinner a couple of times."

  "You most certainly did not." Zelda stood up, an irritated expression on her face. "Well, okay, you did mention the one dinner at Chez Jerome."

  "Did you know that I'm planning to join Katherine this Friday when she's watching the twins?" Wynn asked.

  "She's bringing you along?" Zelda's eyes grew round with shock. "You might've said something to me," she burst out, clearly upset with K.O.

  "I thought I had told you."

  "You haven't talked to me in days," Zelda wailed. "It's like I'm not even your sister anymore. The last I heard, you were going to get Dr. Jeffries' autograph for me, and you didn't, although I specifically asked if you would."

  "Would you prefer I not watch the twins?" Wynn inquired.

  "Oh, no! It would be an honor," Zelda assured him, smiling, her voice warm and friendly. She turned to face K.O. again, her eyes narrowed. "But my own sister," she hissed, "should've told me she intended on having a famous person spend the night in my home."

  "You're not to tell anyone," K.O. insisted.

  Zelda glared at her. "Fine. I won't."

  "Promise me," K.O. said. Wynn was entitled to his privacy; the last thing he needed was a fleet of parents in SUVs besieging him about his book.

  "I promise." Without a further word, Zelda grabbed her purse and made a hasty exit.

  "Zelda!" K.O. called after her. "I think we need to talk about this for a minute."

  "I don't have a minute. I need to get home to my husband and children. We'll talk later," Zelda said in an ominous tone, and then she was gone.

  Chapter 13

  "I'd better leave now, as well,"
Wynn announced, getting his coat. "Dad'll need me to drive him back from the emergency room." K.O. was glad he didn't seem eager to go.

  For her part, she wanted him to stay. Her nerves were frayed. Nothing had worked out as she'd planned and now everyone was upset with her. LaVonne, her dear friend, was inconsolable. Zelda was annoyed that K.O. hadn't kept her updated on the relationship with Wynn. Max Jeffries was just plain angry, and while the brunt of his anger had been directed at LaVonne, K.O. realized he wasn't pleased with her, either. Now Wynn had to go. Reluctantly K.O. walked him to the door. "Let me know how your father's doing, okay?" she asked, looking up at him.

  "Of course." Wynn placed his hands on her shoulders. "You know I'd much rather be here with you."

  She saw the regret in his eyes and didn't want to make matters worse. "Thank you for being so wonderful," she said and meant it. Wynn had been the voice of calm and reason throughout this entire ordeal.

  "I'll call you about my father as soon as I hear."

  "Thank you."

  After a brief hug, he hurried out the door.

  After a dinner of eggnog and peanut butter on crackers, K.O. waited up until after midnight, but no word came. Finally, when she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, she climbed between the sheets and fell instantly asleep. This surprised her; she hadn't anticipated sleeping easily or well. When she woke the following morning, the first thoughts that rushed into her mind were of Wynn. Something must have happened, something unexpected and probably dreadful, or he would've called.

  Perhaps the hospital had decided to keep Max overnight for observation. While there'd been a lot of blood involved, K.O. didn't think any of the cuts were deep enough to require stitches. But if Max had filed a police report, that would cause problems for LaVonne and might explain Wynn's silence. Every scenario that roared through her head pointed to trouble.

  Even before she made her first cup of coffee, K.O.'s stomach was in knots. As she headed into the kitchen, she discovered a sealed envelope that had been slipped under her door.

  It read:

  Katherine,

  I didn't get back from the hospital until late and I was afraid you'd already gone to bed. Dad's home and, other than being cantankerous, he's doing fine, so don't worry on his account. The hospital cleaned and bandaged his arm and said he'd be good as new in a week or so. Please reassure LaVonne. The cuts looked worse than they actually were.