The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

But when this ritual continued into a second night, she decided upon a bit of impolite behavior: she made a point of watching it all unfold. What she saw confounded her. The man brought another relative in, again talking in the same casual manner as the night before. This time, the topic seemed to have been about a sister. Where had she gone off to for the whole day? Could she be laid up in her room, sick from too many of the bar’s abysmal martinis?

(Here I must have made a face, because Gabriella again delegated blame for her word choice to the guest.)

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