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pot full of seasoned apple cider on the stove and checked her list once more. Done. She was done! All that remained was to set everything out on the table when the gang of singers got close to her house.
    Suzie emerged from the basement. “Omigawd!“ Jane exclaimed. “I forgot you were down there, Suzie. You scared me to death!“
    “Your son and his friend are playing a blood-and-guts game on your computer. I hung around for a while to watch. Cool stuff. Gotta go put on my thermal undies and sing my brains out.“ She looked at Addie, to whom she’d been introduced on her way to the basement. “You’re not going out in that outfit, are you?”
    Addie obviously didn’t know whether to be offended or amused. “No, I’m staying inside. I can hold the fort here if you want to go along, Jane.“
    “I’m just going to watch from the front porch,“ Jane said. “I’ve had too long a day to wade through the snow.“
    “How does this work?“ Addie asked. “If everybody’s singing, who’s being sung to?”
    Shelley answered. “The couple at the far end of the street start by going next door. Then the people in that house can join them to go to the next. There are a number of neighbors, some of the older ones in particular, who don’t want to go out in the cold. And there are a few like Jane who couldn’t carry a tune if it had handles attached.“
    “Cruel, Shelley,“ Jane said with a laugh. “True, but cruel.”
    Shelley and Suzie left together, but Shelley was back a moment later, looking grim. “Jane, you’re not going to like this,“ she said. “But there’s a television camera crew set up at the end of the block.”
    As Jane had feared, Lance King’s gracious bowing out had been a sham. For reasons of his own, he’d gotten his teeth into the neighborhood party and was determined to do his newscast from the site.
    “But why?“ Jane wondered aloud to Shelley. “His speciality is rabid exposés. How could he have whipped one up so fast and who’s his intended victim?“
    “I have no idea. But there might be a bright side,“ Shelley said. “I never watch the channel he’s on anymore because he’s so nasty it makes my blood boil to even see him. Maybe he’s mellowed.“
    “Or maybe the station manager had forced him to do some positive stories. Unlikely, but possible,“ Jane said.
    “Who is this person you’re talking about?“ Addie put in. Jane had forgotten that Addie was there.
    “A local rabble-rouser television person. Lance King.“
    “Lance King!“ Addie exclaimed.
    “You know about him?“ Jane asked, surprised that his notoriety reached as far as Atlanta.
    “I’ve seen him on television when I visited Mel. Thoroughly distasteful man. And he’s out there filming the caroling? He’s not coming to your house with them, is he?”
    She seemed overly alarmed by this, considering how little she knew about Lance King, Jane thought. “Unfortunately, I imagine that’s what he has in mind.“
    “So, what are you going to do, Jane?“ Shelley asked.
    “I don’t know. If I let him in, he’ll ruin the party. If I keep him out, he’ll make a scene and still ruin the party. And probably find a way to ruin me as well.”
    They heard the singing start and Shelley said, “I’m going to join them. Send one of your kids over for the hams. The kitchen door’s unlocked.”
    Jane would have liked to indulge herself in a good cry in the bathroom, but even that was denied her. The phone rang and it was Mel. “I’ll be over in a couple minutes, Janey. The furnace fixer didn’t show up and I’m going to have to start over tomorrow with another company, I guess.“
    “Okay,“ she said between gritted teeth.
    She sent Todd and Elliott for the hams and made Katie go along to find and identify the pineapple-mustard sauce. “As soon as you’ve got everything, you can go join the rest of the singers.”
    She bundled herself up and went to observe and listen from the front porch. A couple