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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Every Christmas morning, when I invariably receive a few books, a couple from Ginny, Jessica, my sister Beverly, and maybe a writer-friend from New York, I carefully and decorously unpeel the wrapping, and turn immediately to the title page. Then, because the other members of my small tribe are seated with me around the tree and want to get on with the show, I swallow my mild disappointment and hand the next present to its eager recipient.

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