You're going to visit the family with the crazy aunt again?
Yepper, the neighbors down the road.
They however sent the children to the grandparents', so as to prevent any possible emotional damage.
Inbetweentimes, I'm working tonight. My principal job is keeping books for a truck stop, but I'm actually going to work the counter tonight, so that someone with family can have the night off.
That is going to be something else; a deaf person, working alone out in the middle of nowhere--and the truck stop's the only place open tonight, for circa 120 miles on all sides--waiting on people. And it's a pretty big place, eighteen gasoline pumps outside.
The only problem I've had is when credit-card authorizations require using the telephone, but during the middle of the night, that happens rarely anyway, and when it does, I just summon a deputy county sheriff to come in and handle the telephonic business for me.
Christmas Eve in a truck stop is a great time to collect good story material, because people away from home on Chirstmas Eve usually have a story in them.
So it's all good.