It was already dark when I arrived in Florence. The Luminary Lights had been turned on in the town triangle, and a few people had gathered there under a cold winter moon, huddling around a small fire. Leila had told me her ex would be there with his new family but I didn't see him in the crowd. I joined the people around the fire and warmed my hands. Little sparks popped and snapped as more wood and branches were thrown in. The clip-clop sounds of horses hooves preceded a wagon that pulled up to the triangle, emptying out laughing children, as a line of solemn little faces waited their turn. Someone passed me a flask and I took a swig of what must have been brandy and passed it on. A few miles away, in Easthampton, Leila was probably getting dinner ready for the girls. It was the 25th. day of December, Christmas for all of us.