““You must admit, Jake, that at the start you didn’t think I’d be able to do this.” “That is absolutely—” Jake started to protest but hesitated, looking from her to the fully assembled nativity situated in the side yard by the winter garden. “The uncontested truth.” She beamed and turned again to admire her handiwork, and with good reason. “You should be very proud of yourself, Aletta.” She nodded. “I am.” “And I”—he winced—“should be somewhat ashamed.” “Yes, you should be.” She playfully narrowed her eyes. “But truly, I couldn’t have built this without your help. So thank you.” He offered a salute. “My pleasure, General Prescott.””
