Erica huffed and glared right back through her side of the crack in the door. "Why should I have to do it all myself? You have responsibility to this family just as much as I do!" she protested.

She could vaguely hear Brian in the kitchen, and she knew Ben was right. If she didn't get down there to see what he was doing soon, he'd end up dunking every single ornament into his bucket. Which included all of those damn KISS ornaments she had gone searching high and low for.

"Just come, okay? Why is everything a fight with you?"