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December 23

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Motel Two
Miami, Florida
9 P.M.
Rain pelted the windows. The motel room smelled like someone's basement. The
walls were covered with peeling yellow wallpaper. There were black cigarette
burns on the windowsill and in the faded orange carpet.
Sitting on the bed, Buzz stared out the window at the rusting car up on cinder
blocks, the dead palm trees strung with fading Christmas lights, and the busted
neon sign that had long since fallen down. Behind him Uncle Frank belched and
scratched his stomach through his T-shirt.
"I swear, Buzz," he said. "This place sure didn't look this bad when your Aunt
Leslie and I honeymooned here."
Buzz wished Uncle Frank would disappear. Then, as if a miracle had occurred,
Uncle Frank did leave. Buzz smiled to himself and continued to stare out
through the rain. But a moment later the door opened again.
Darn it, Buzz thought. Why can't they leave me alone?
"Buzz?" It was his brother Jeff.
"What?" Buzz answered without turning around.
"You're really upset, huh?" Jeff sat down on the bed.
With his back to his brother, Buzz rolled his eyes. "Very."
"Are you crying?" Jeff asked gently like he was some kind of therapist or
something.
Buzz smirked, but all Jeff saw were his brother's shoulders heave. "Not yet."
"It's not your fault Kevin's gone," Jeff said as he started to undress. "We were all
lousy to him. But it's gonna be okay. He's a tough little guy. He'll make it . . .
wherever he is."

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Buzz nodded, but didn't reply. Jeff got into bed and turned off the light. "Try to
get some sleep, Buzz. You'll go nuts staring out the window like that."
Buzz nodded again, but didn't take his eyes off the window. In a motel room
across the way, there was a gorgeous woman. She'd neglected to pull her shade
down. Now that Jeff had turned off the light, it was a lot easier to see her. Buzz
smiled to himself. He'd have to thank his brother someday.
In the room next door, Kate also sat by a window. She had someone else in mind
as she picked up the motel phone and dialed her home number.
As she listened to the phone ring on the other end, she stared at the dusty plastic
Christmas tree the motel staff had put on the nicked coffee table. What a sad
Christmas this was turning out to be.
Peter came out of the bathroom. He looked pale and his eyes were puffy.
"Anything?"
Kate shook her head and hung up the phone. "I tried the house. I thought he
might be home."
Peter slumped down on the bed next to her. "We'll just have to keep waiting."
"Do you think he's okay?" Kate's eyes were filled with hope and worry. Peter
didn't want to disappoint her, so he nodded. But the truth was, neither of them
knew.

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