Kevin started crying. He said, “Why?” Tammy said, “Going to the cabin is supposed to be a fun thing, not a place where we cry about grandpa and grandma.” He said, “I totally miss them being there with us,” crying. She yelled angrily, “Ask like Rhonda and Chris for a first aid kit for Christmas to keep at the cabin!” sarcastically. He told her excitedly, “Awesome!” She said, “Only kidding. We have to be safe.”

Kevin said, crying, “Can I visit Aunt Danielle down in Colorado?” Tammy said, “No.” He said, crying, “Aunt Ginger in Arizona?” She said, “Fine. Know what? In 24 hours you’re going to be in the hands of the Camp Dish With Blake Foundation Commons.” She said, “‘Ask one of the caregivers,’” sarcastically. He went to call Rachel, his P.C.A. She said, “No Kevin, no.” She said, laughing to herself, “I am such a troublemaker.”

Tammy said, laughing, “He can go with Rachel if he really is dying to.” She said, “Do you totally want to go to Arizona for Christmas and miss ours?” Kevin said, “Yes.” Rachel pulled up. Tammy said, “Oh my gosh gosh. There goes our family Christmas.” Rachel went into the house. Tammy said, “Oh well. Have fun in Arizona, baby. We will be at the cabin having our family Christmas.” He went to Arizona with Rachel.

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