His Holiday Family. Margaret Daley

down the street, she peered up at the sky. Roiling clouds obscured the moon. It had begun.

       The next morning, using the electric screwdriver that Gideon brought, Kathleen secured a large board over the picture window in the living room while Gideon held it in place for her. When she finished with the last screw, she descended the ladder and stepped back. “I hope that will hold.”