“Fantastic meal, as usual,” Sarah said. “You did a good part of it, honey. I’m grateful you could come over for the day.” Sarah gave her a hug. “It’s not like I had anything else to do.” “Have you found yourself missing Barry a lot over the holidays?” her mother asked. “It is your first Christmas since the divorce, after all.” “Yes and no.” Sarah untied her apron and slipped it off. “Sometimes I think about the wonderful times that we shared in the first couple of years, but mostly I remind myself of what a jerk he turned out to be. No, I don’t miss that jerk.” Still, after five years of marriage, living alone had taken some getting used to. “Want to come over on New Year’s Eve?” her mother asked. “Just you and Dad and me?” “Oh, uh…” Sarah hadn’t thought ahead to New Year’s Eve, but now that she was, she knew exactly how she wanted to spend it. “That’s a sweet offer, but I’d really like to be on my own. I have the whole picture in my head.