The tiny flame couldn't hide his sheepish smile.
"Well, not cigarettes at least."
"Aiden!"
"I'm joking, Mom! Joking! Relax. I carry it to be prepared. You know, from Boy Scouts."
Even in the dim light, Aiden could still see Evelyn's motherly glare soften.
"Thin ice, Mister," she said. "Help me get the candles."
Working together, it wasn't long until the dark space was illuminated in the soft pulsing light from a dozen tiny wicks throughout the room, accompanied by a small, but brightly burning fire in the fireplace.
Aiden stood at the window watching the rain continue to riddle the panes, hearing the heavy gusts of wind roar outside.
"One hell of a storm," he said.
"Truly an understatement." Evelyn was back at the bar pouring another glass. "Though I'd hate to be caught outside in
