But tonight was the Christmas special, and we both found ourselves with open evenings. The doctor wanted to keep Destiny in the hospital overnight because her blood pressure was a little high, and Cody had called to say he had several stories to write for the paper’s midweek edition and was going to stay in the office to write them, which meant that Tara and I were both free to spend the evening as we chose. “I’ve really missed this,” Tara commented as she measured the flour for a batch of cookies. We’d already made flavored fudge, white house cookies, and twistree bread. We were working on the sugar cookies and planned to make Kolachy and almond rocco next. “Me too. It seems like we’ve both been really busy lately. It’s nice to have some best friend time. Did you grab the sugar?” “Not yet.” “Have you talked to Destiny about the baby?” I asked. “Actually, I have.
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