Remember - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Only two weeks now, Illya.’

Illya didn’t turn his head, but his eyes were on his partner as he took the last bite of donut.

“Two weeks until … Oh.  Yes, Christmas.”

Napoleon made a face, twisting his lips into something like disdain.

“You know very well I’m talking about Christmas.  With luck we’ll still be in New York and not out on some crazy chase across Europe.”

Illya looked thoughtful at that, recalling images.

“I don’t know, it might be nice to be overseas for Christmas.  You forget, I suppose, that is home for me.”

Napoleon did sometimes forget.