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- 26 -Serving green bean casserole was not what I had envisioned. Not at all. I had thought George and I would have a nice, lazy Christmas. I planned on wearing the spiffy new outfit Mother had given me, which was comfortable yet stylish—at least according to her. George could build a fire, we’d decorate the little tree we had cut down and set up on the porch, watch a couple of sappy movies, and maybe mess around. All made possible because Mother, with Dr. Bloom in tow, was at her inn in St. Iggy. And while the warm weather had pretty much eliminated an enchanting Currier and Ives landscape, I had hoped to spend a quiet day connecting with the new, possibly improved, George.
Instead, I was at the Lutheran Church helping serve Christmas dinner to the less fortunate and lonely. I wa
