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grandson asked for every time he came over. The other held paper plates I had bought for my own Christmas dinner. Eight people. My children. My grandchildren. The meal I had been planning quietly and contentedly for three weeks.
Not twenty-five people.
Not three turkeys.
Mine.
“You didn’t ask,” I said. “You announced. So you host.”
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