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Jealous family She about jumped out of her skin when there was thunderous pounding at her front door. She found a furious Oscar waiting on the other side. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. It was written all over his face. He thrust his cell phone at her as he started pacing across herContinue reading “Winter Season”

Dancing shoes ‘Shall we dance’ started playing. There were a few couples on the floor. Oscar stood. “Shall we dance?” She was floored. “I can’t dance to this song.” He smiled a smile bigger than she had ever seen. “I’ll guide you.” “Okay.” They took their stance body to body. So this is what DeborahContinue reading “Winter Season”

Who called the cops? As they were walking back to their table, Crash My Party started playing. “Wanna test those dancin’ skills again?” Oscar looked around. No one else was dancing. “We were the first adults to have our picture taken with Santa, now look.” There was a huge line. “You’re gonna keep me onContinue reading “Winter Season”

Santa Saturday arrived and it was party time. Oscar was a little more than nervous. This was the first time he had actually been to a public function in his home town with a date. He jumped when his doorbell rang. Upon opening the door, Esther smiled and tossed him her keys. “Shall we Mr.Continue reading “Winter Season”

Chicken pot pie She wiggled. Oh, how he wanted to be part of that wiggle. “Since you haven’t eaten,” she snapped him back into reality. “Come.” They went to the kitchen. She pulled a piping hot casserole dish from the oven. “That smells amazing.” His stomach growled. “Have you had anything to eat today?” HeContinue reading “Winter Season”

Ornaments Oscar looked out his window. There was a light snow falling. But he knew that it wouldn’t amount to anything. He smiled anyway. Esther walked outside to her mail box. She was really receiving mail. His smile got wider. Getting mail was a good sign. Maybe that meant that she might stay. Wait aContinue reading “Winter Season”

Talk in the snow “I think she expects more from you than she does your brother. You have the education. The good job. A polish, that if he has he doesn’t show. And I’m assuming he’s not a Christian.” “Then why beat me up?” “Because as she sees it, you’re not doing what she expectsContinue reading “Winter Season”