At 3 AM, My Daughter Texted

Eve.

Petty? Maybe. I prefer “specific.”

Six Chairs

They invited me to Christmas Eve dinner after all. Rachel called on the 22nd, all sugar, “Mom, of course you’re coming Christmas Eve, I think there was just a misunderstanding about the big dinner – ” There was no misunderstanding. There were six chairs. But I said yes, sweetie, I’d love to come.

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