"Yeah," he said. "Mostly." Heaving a big sigh, Bill ran a hand through his hair. "We were suppose to go to France this year, you know, we try to alternate, when we can, and this year was France, but I didn't want to go to France. This was the first year in, how many?, since we've all been together. And she just wouldn't give. I offered to go to France two years in a row, next year and the year after, I offered to go the day after Christmas, or go before and be back here... but she just wouldn't be flexible, so I didn't go. I wasn't going to miss Percy's first Christmas back and she had the fucking gall to call me selfish."