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“This is getting to be a habit,” Vivian couldn’t believe that she was back in Workers Tavern—ever. Being here for both Christmas and now New Years was just flat out unnatural.
Mother was threatening to fly out in the family jet to visit her baby girl. Maybe she’d bring Mother here. The graybeards would go crazy over the perfectly-maintained blonde-and-seriously-built Southern belle… Mother just might like that. Vivian blessed that she had taken the darker coloring and slender build of Father’s side, allowing her to blend into the background a little better.
The graybeards’ Christmas hats had been changed. Instead of two frothing beer mugs with “Christmas Cheers,” their hats now had an empty mug and a full one on them and “New Years = New Beers” in silver glitter. They seemed uncertain
