Luke and Sam took turns helping to decorate the top of the tree or to string lights outside. By the end of November, all we needed were some gingerbread cookies, Santa, and December. Ginger was walking about, sometimes with a cane instead of the walker, and we were thankful for that early Christmas gift. Tiffany was due at the end of the month, and I couldn’t remember a Christmas I had been happier. Not even Day-to-Night Barbie was going to top this one. On the Friday before my recording session I sat down at the table with Ginger to chat about my trip to Nashville. She had me making French toast that morning. And she knew how I felt about the stuff, but at least I was making it instead of her—that made me feel much better. In fact, she was working the crossword puzzle in the paper and sipping her coffee like a lady of leisure. “Beulah, what’s his name? ‘The Entertainer.’ ” Her face wrinkled even more as she screwed it up while her brain grasped for an answer she should have known.
What do You think about The Happy Hour Choir (2015)?
