E-- thought it best to limit Christmas activity to dinner at her parents’ house. She still won’t take the trip to mine. E-- says she’s leaving me if I look like my mother. I believe her and I’m nervous about it. I have my mother’s eyes.

     On the way up the driveway, E-- said, “I should warn you. My mother makes me crazy.”

     It was her father who greeted us at the door. We were barely past the “I heard a lot about you/ All good I hope” part of the introduction when E--’s mother ushered us into the dining room.

     The table was set for four and there was enough food to last a week. Beef Wellington was the main dish, but my mouth watered when I saw the green bean casser...

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