They'd stopped at Jack's place so he could change clothes and Mom could check the apartment to make sure he was eating okay, staying warm enough, and that the neighbors weren't annoying. Jack wasn't sure how she could tell all that by a short tour through the limited space, but he'd long since stop questioning her motives. Moms were unpredictable creatures.
He heard the step outside the door as he left his room fixing his color and detoured over to answer it as the bell rang. "Hey, Merry Christmas."
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