Chapter 25: Mother House

Not all places hold good memories. Not all ghosts are bad. – Rider

All the Saints gathered at the Shack for Thanksgiving. It had the biggest areas, most space and the best kitchen for cooking a large meal. The old ladies always cooked it. This year, Mia, Celt's old lady, was spearheading it. She and Celt had been together for just over a year now. From what he had said during one of their meetings at his office, on black Friday, he and her twins would be shopping.

He wanted them there to help pick out an engagement ring. They were a great couple. She too had grown up in the club. She had been shielded from the guys in the club. She still ended up with one.

It was a fun time. The club girls would decorate the clubhouse, but kids were in charge of decorating the trees. There was a total of six trees that went up in the common areas. Three in the front room, one in the bar, one in the dining hall and one by the offices. There was also the two twelve feet tall evergreens out front. The