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Sara tested, “but can you do it without splashing your raincoat? You’re right, this the best spaghetti I ever ate.”
    â€œThere, what’d you think of that?” Dallas demanded as he sucked up not one but two strands of spaghetti.
    â€œI think you got lucky is what I think. Can you do that grass thing between your fingers or skip rocks on a pond?”
    â€œNah. We were city boys. We can do those things when we go fishing. You have to pack a picnic basket with fried chicken, hard-boiled eggs, cheese, and all that stuff. They always do that in the movies.”
    Sara dabbed at her lips. “Did you ever go on a picnic, Dallas?”
    â€œIf I did, I don’t remember.”
    â€œThat’s so sad. Maybe it isn’t so sad. The only reason my dad taught Carly and me those things was because he wanted a son and got two daughters instead. He never seemed proud of our accomplishments. He yanked us both out of the Powder Puff League when we failed to hit home runs. I heard him tell my mother we embarrassed him. Sometimes I think it might have been better not to have done those things. We just never measured up. Feelings like that stay with you forever.”
    â€œNow, that’s sad. I’m taking time off. You’re going to be off the month of December. We can do some of those things together if you want. We can start off as friends and if anything develops, fine, if it doesn’t, we’ll still be friends. I think my problem is I was never a kid. In the early days I had to hustle. There was never enough money. Comic books and music, that was my life. Billy’s too. I probably would have ended up in a gang if it wasn’t for Adam.”
    â€œWhat about Christmas?”
    Dallas looked blank. “What about it?”
    â€œDon’t you do Christmas?”
    â€œI think you need to explain what you mean by the words, do Christmas.”
    â€œYou know, cut down a tree, get out the heirloom ornaments, decorate the house with balsam, buy poinsettias for the whole house, hang a wreath on the front door, invite friends over, go caroling, buy presents and wrap them to put under the tree, cook a wonderful Christmas dinner to share with all your friends. Then when the day winds down you build a fire and talk about all the wonderful things that are going to happen in the new year. That’s what I call doing Christmas.”
    â€œThat’s what families do. I’ve been on the road every Christmas for as long as I can remember. The hotels always have a tree in the lobby. It’s just another day. I give the guys checks for themselves and their families. We don’t do that present thing. Adam’s never around. What you just said, is that what you and your sister do?”
    â€œFor the most part. We do it Christmas Eve, though. Both of us usually work Christmas Day since we’re single and it gives the married women time to be with their families. It’s a good feeling. I told you, I’m a home-and-hearth person. This year Carly is going to Austria with her ski group, and I’ll be off. It will be the first time in my life that I’ll be alone for Christmas. I’m not looking forward to it.”
    â€œI’m going to be alone, too. That means both of us will be alone. If you have no objections, maybe we could do the Christmas thing together. If you get a better offer . . .”
    â€œYou might get a better offer. It’s something for both of us to think about. Maybe we should tackle Thanksgiving first. That’s just a few weeks away.”
    â€œDo you do that, too?”
    Sara laughed. “Oh yeah. We could give it a shot. I make a pretty good pumpkin pecan pie. There’s a downside to Thanksgiving, and every year it proves to be a bigger and bigger challenge. What to do with the leftover turkey. I have seventeen tried and true recipes. That translates into seventeen days of turkey. Eighteen if you count Thanksgiving. Your