“What’s in the bag, Jilly?”
“All the clothes Marti and JR have outgrown. It’s a good thing they got so many new ones for Christmas.”
“Even though they grumbled that they hadn’t asked Santa for clothes?” We exchanged grins. “Where do you want this, sweet girl?”
“In the trunk of my car. I’ll drop it off in the St. Vincent de Paul box at the church one day this week when I drive Marti and JR to school. I’m so glad Wills is coming for dinner. We don’t get to see him often enough.”
“Yeah.” I took the key to her car from the key rack by the back door. “Huntingdon has really kept him busy.”
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“So what’s the good news?” I asked my older son as I passed him the platter holding the pork chops.
“I’ve been given a promotion.” He placed a couple of chops onto his plate, not the amount he w
