“Hey,” Rebecca said as soon as she saw Quinn that morning. “Merry Christmas.” She handed over a six pack with a bow on it. Rolled up and stuck in place of one of the beers was an over sized extra large t-shirt. Written on it in big block letters was OUR GET ALONG SHIRT. “The shirt is for you and Mark,” she said with a grin. “Since you guys are some of the best friends I’ve made since coming here.”











