“Okay, now it’s your turn, Momma. What was your favorite?”
“Hmm, okay, let’s see,” Karen pondered, a finger to her chin in a contemplative look. “I’d have to say it was the year your daddy got out of the service. He got back on October 17th, a Friday.”
“So that was your Christmas present?” Susie said.
“No, but I had loved your father since I was your age. He was four years older, so to him I was a pesky little kid when we were growing up. You know kinda like you are now,” Karen laughed as she mussed her daughter’s bed-hair. “But I had grown up a lot during those three years, and he began to notice me. I took him a plate of peanut butter cookies or slice of carrot cake almost every day. Then, he invited me to the Halloween Party at the YMCA. He said I was so skinny, he was taking me as t
