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- 27 -George and I staggered into the living room just in time to hear Mother leaving a terse message on my answering machine. All I caught was that she wanted George to call her immediately. George had shed the Santa suit at the church and brought it home to be washed. Not one but two children had thrown up on him. Probably from all of the excitement one mother had proclaimed. Yeah, that and the fact that her kid ate a whole pumpkin pie. While I had not been barfed on, no doubt I carried a lingering odor of the day’s menu.
I hit the replay button on the answering machine.
“George, tell Janese to answer her cell once in a while. This is an emergency. Call me.”
Unsure if I should be hearing alarm bells or just be annoyed, I looked at George and shrugged. The emergency could range
