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...