Mel and I spent the afternoon at the Lorey’s for Christmas dinner. Always fun. Dean’s a pretty brilliant cook. It’s always a sort of pot luck event where everyone brings something. Eating what the rest of the family fixes is slightly Russian Roulette but you can never go wrong with Dean’s stuff. I guess we’ve been spending Christmas and Thanksgiving with the Loreys since we first got here some eight years ago. We’re a little like family now. Hard to believe anybody would want us with all our assorted baggage but we’ll take it.
Last year Riesner went over there with us. The offer was there from Dean Lorey so I told Riesner he was invited again.
But he said he was tired and I believed him. He looked tired. I drove him home and he said he was sorry. I felt like an ass. 83 year old men shouldn’t have to grovel. I told him everything was fine. I told him that Mel loved him and I tolerated his ass. We laughed.
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