Their Mysterious Ways
Oct 24, 2018
1 minute
—Patti Bager East Amherst, New York
from a box of decorations. They were worn in places, their white trim dulled by all the Christmases they’d hung on our mantel. But the names still glittered. , mine . . . , my husband . . . , our daughter . . . and the smaller stocking the kids had made for our cat, Salem. Then I got to Bob’s. I froze. Salem stared up at me from his food dish, his yellow eyes seeming to understand.
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