On Strike for Christmas

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is back to take over the world.”
    That made her blood bubble. She put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “You know I hate it when you call me that. It’s rude and insulting.”
    â€œAnd true. And I can always tell when it’s starting.”
    Sharon narrowed her eyes. “You have no idea what’s about to start, mister.”
    â€œAnd just what is that supposed to mean?” he said with a smirk.
    â€œIt means I’m fixin’ to give you a lesson on Christmas that you won’t soon forget.”
    â€œYou’ve been giving me lessons for years,” Pete retorted. “How about just giving me a break?”
    She shrugged and turned her back on him. “If that’s what you’d like to call it. You’re going to find out firsthand just how much I do for you every year because this year you’ll be doing it. I’m on strike.”
    â€œOn strike, huh?” he said.
    She waited for him to come put his arms around her, plead with her to come to her senses and be his holiday slave. But instead he began to laugh.
    She looked over her shoulder and frowned at him, but it didn’t stop him from shouting, “Hallelujah,” and raising both hands. “We’ll finally get to enjoy the holidays,” he crowed, and started doing the happy dance.
    It made her want to pull a leftover turkey leg out of the refrigerator and smack him with it. But her mama raised her to be a lady, so instead she marched out of the kitchen, her heels tapping an angry staccato as she went.
    He thought this was all one big joke, did he? Well, he wouldn’t be laughing so hard when the cookie dough hit the fan. And first thing in the morning she was going to make a little ol’ call to make sure that was exactly what happened.
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    The kids were in bed when Laura got home and Glen was camped in front of the TV, lounging on the sofa and laughing right along to the sitcom laugh track. He looked up at her and smiled. “Did they get your yarn unstuck?” She held up several neat rows of knitting and he nodded approvingly. “Lookin’ good. So, who’s getting that for Christmas?”
    â€œMe,” she said.
    â€œYou go for it, babe. You deserve it.”
    â€œBrown noser. You’re just trying to butter me up for the next invasion.”
    He grinned and patted the sofa cushion, inviting her to join him.
    She did, saying, “And speaking of the holidays, there’s something you need to know.”
    Glen’s attention was already drifting back to his program. “Hmmm,” he said absently.
    â€œI’m going on strike.”
    â€œOkay.”
    Obviously someone was not listening. Laura picked up the remote from the coffee table and muted the TV. “I said I’m going on strike.”
    â€œIsn’t that a little extreme? I mean, things are always crazy at the Chamber this time of year.”
    â€œI’m not going on strike at the office. I’m going on strike here at home.”
    He shook his head, a quizzical smile on his face. “For what, more sex? No problem.”
    He reached for the remote and she held it away. “No, for some appreciation. All of us are. If you want to have a million people over for the holidays, you’ll have to cook for them.”
    Glen sighed. “You’re not making any sense, babe.”
    â€œOh, I’m making perfect sense, believe me. I’m tired of doing everything and being taken for granted, so this year you get to do it, Glen. All of it.”
    He stared at her. “Is this some kind of joke?”
    A corner of Laura’s mouth lifted. “Yeah, babe, and it’s on you.”
    He frowned. “What the hell happened down at that yarn shop?”
    Laura gave a one-shouldered shrug. “We got to talking and realized that you guys don’t get it.”
    Glen made a face. “Sounds kind of dumb if you ask me. I mean, what’s to

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