Polly commented in passing. “I’m sorry. Sleep’s been rather sketchy this past week.” I stretched my arms above my head and refilled the coffee filter before flipping the switch on. I hadn’t meant to be so snappish to Zach, the coffee distributor, but I’d told the guy no countless times and he refused to hear it. “What’s wrong, honey? You okay?” “No, just...I dunno. The holidays can be kinda rough when you’re single, you know?” I leaned against the counter and listened to the gurgles and burps the coffee machine made as the java began brewing. “You mean watching all the families come and go? Blissfully happy in their shopping ignorance?” Polly stopped wiping down counters and picked up her coffee thermos. “My Sam loved Christmas. We’d pick a night to take the kids to the mall. He’d give them a hundred dollars apiece to shop with and one hour to shop.” Polly laughed in a warm, memory-invoking way. “The boys never said a word about the time frame. Our daughter Janie, though?
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