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’Twas the week before Christmas
“Jean Eloise Foley!”
Marian Foley tugged hard at the fabric of the ivory lace dress. “How am I going to fix this dress if you can’t stand still for five minutes?”
I squirmed and looked over my shoulder and down at my mama, who was glaring up at me. I was standing on a none-too-sturdy wooden kitchen stool, and in high heels yet.
The volume on the red plastic radio that had stood on my parents’ green Formica countertop for as long as I can remember was turned down, but