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Tuesday Night at Dinner
I’d spent an hour out in the woods picking mushrooms to smother down with the evening’s chicken and onions. The supper looked marvelous – all laid out on the table with Wally’s knives. The knives had old cracked ivory handles. The taters were mashed to perfection. I was drinking cheap Spanish champagne. Wally was drinking Two Buck Chuck wine.
“Hazel! Look out there!” Wally exclaimed.
“Look at what, Sweetie Pie?” I asked.
“Who’s gone and decorated our god danged palm trees with lights the color of Mardi Gras?” Wally rushed to the window and pulled back a delicate lace panel. “Look at that Hazel!”
I still don’t know what got into Wally that night. I’d cleaned off the mushrooms.