Two Men Walk Into a Bar (At Christmastime)

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Author: Katy Regnery
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kids?”
    “Ha!” said Zach. “We’re musicians.”
    Asher raised his eyebrows. “And musicians can’t have kids?”
    Zach shrugged as they moved up in the long line. “We haven’t really talked about it.”
    “But . . . you want them?”
    “Kids?” asked Zach. “To tell you the truth, I don’t really know.”
    Zach’s own childhood hadn’t been very happy. Forced to perform, play, and practice, sometimes he didn’t feel like much more than a trained monkey, and his parents had been brutal with their expectations of him. Hell, if it hadn’t been for his twin sister, Cora, Zach wasn’t actually sure he would have survived his childhood. So one thing was for damn certain: if he and Vile ever did have kids, he’d love them no matter what. He’d hug them and kiss them, and he’d tell them that he loved them—all the time, every day. And if they had a special gift—for writing poetry or playing instruments—he’d let them learn at their own pace without pressuring them or terrorizing them or . . .
    “Our turn,” said Asher, gesturing to the cab that pulled up alongside the curb.
    “Yeah,” said Zach, as he picked up his duffel bag and guitar case off the sidewalk and placed them carefully in the open trunk. “Yeah, I want kids. But not now. Someday.”
    ***
    “I still don’t understand how you figured this out,” said Violet Aubrey, shaking her head with wonder at her new friend, Savannah Lee, who sat across from her at 25,000 feet.
    At almost seven that morning, Violet had gotten a call from Savannah, who explained that their husbands had met in a bar at LAX, and when their flights were canceled, Zach invited Asher to stay at his apartment until they went back to the airport for their rebooked flights. But Savannah, who didn’t trust that they’d make it home in time for Christmas, had decided to take things into her own hands.
    “After the second text from Asher, I couldn’t go back to sleep,” said Savannah. “My mind kept trying to figure out a way to be with him for Christmas. We’ve never had a Christmas together and didn’t want to miss the first. And if they can’t be here . . .”
    “. . . we must go there.”
    “Exactly!” Savannah laughed. “I opened up a few weather programs on my laptop and tracked the storm, and the reality is that the snow had stopped by one in northern New England, by two in New York, and by three in Philadelphia and Washington. So I started thinking, if I can just get to Boston, I bet the airport will be cleared first and they’ll have flights leaving for the West Coast.”
    “So you literally jumped out of bed, packed a bag, and started a journey to Boston!”
    “Pretty much. There was an Acela train out of D.C. at three a.m., and I made sure I was on it. Here’s the thing: I had to cover rush hour delays for a year when I worked for a paper in New York, and I learned that snow rarely throws off train schedules too much unless it’s massive amounts, like fifteen or twenty inches. A train can plow through five or six inches.” She grinned at Violet. “I knew there would be delays in Boston, though, so I didn’t know if we’d manage to get on a commercial flight. Thank God for you ! You saved the day, Violet!”
    “Thank God for the Mechanics’ private jet,” said Violet. She leaned forward, resting her arm on the supple, cream-colored leather armrest. “You know, when you first called me from Penn Station, I thought you were crazy.”
    “My husband says I’m an alien,” said Savannah.
    “Are you? Tell the truth.”
    “Not that I know of.” She cocked her head to the side. “But maybe.”
    “Zach’s going to owe Severin big big big for this favor,” said Violet, referring to the Mechanics’ lead singer, Severin Slade. “But that’s his problem.”
    “What do you think Severin will collect?” asked Savannah with wide eyes.
    Violet rubbed her stomach thoughtfully. “As long as he doesn’t collect in July, I don’t

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