Owen's room (what little I ever saw of it) was as orderly and as untouchable as a museum. Where's Owen? she asked. I wondered what he thought he knew of Dan's or my grandmother's future-or Hester's, or mine, or his own. There they had to wait for the end of the carol, and appear to be unsurprised by the choir charging immediately into Away in a Manger.
) My Aunt Martha risked the rain to hug and kiss my mother and Dan; Simon and Noah plastered her with confetti, too. Perhaps my mother took Dan's Episcopalianism more seriously than Dan took it. I rememt>ered that she had been sitting in the top row, squirming beside Caroline O'Day, whose father ran the Chevy dealership. In keeping with the times, you know, I'm in favor of 'safe sex'; therefore, I prefer a virgin.
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