Two weeks after the Great Tree Farm Incident, I have my annual Christmas cookies exchange. My friend Diane is there with her long-time boyfriend Scott.
They compliment my tree. I tell my tree story.
Scott says, Next year, you should come to my tree farm. I’ll cut it for you. Just let me know you’re coming.
I ask, You own a tree farm? Since when?
About twenty years, he says.
I’ve known him for seven years.