The next day was Christmas eve. I hadn't even found a job yet. I hadn't bought any presents. The only thing I'd managed to do was get drunk a couple of times, get in a fight, and make my sister come on my fingers a few times. The last one made the first two weeks of my break a success. I know that seems a little perverted, but if you had seen my sister, the look in her eyes, the way I'd turned her life around with something so simple, you'd have to agree.

Christmas was on a Sunday. Mom only got one day off, the day after Christmas, but...