My Wife Spent Two Sleepless Nights Preparing 38 Dishes for 75 Relatives—By the End of Our Granddaughter’s Birthday Party, Everything Changed

against the fence just to straighten up.

Our neighbor, Miss Doy, noticed right away.

“Hank Coleman,” she called from the gate, “you’re moving like you’re eighty.”

“I’m decorating.”

“You’re barely standing.”

She came over carrying a mug of coffee and sat down without waiting to be asked.

“What happened?”

I told her everything.

The impossible menu.

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