15When the time came, Zelta and I dropped around to the folks for a cup of Christmas cheer. For us as a family, the actual holiday was almost a non-event. We’d been working so hard, and the pen had been so successful, by the time the celebration came our emotions were spent. Nothing any of the pen makers threw at the market even began to approach the enthusiasm for the two Reynolds pen models. In fact, we suspected any man opening his gift and finding an Eversharp would, in his heart of hearts, experience a pang of disappointment.
But at Milt and Edna’s, with just the four of us (attended by Henrietta), the cocktail talk before dinner had been polite and sparse.
No sooner had we sat down at the table than Mom said, “Jim, there’s a turkey I’d like you to meet.”
It was a privilege to carv
