The outside world was engaged in the big yearly celebration
of capitalism, as she would describe it. She’d grant you that it’s origins were
mostly religious and seasonal, and she’d even admit that it means something other
than rampant consumerism to a lot of people, but she’d die on the hill that it
was mostly about buying stuff.
But in here, right now, there wasn’t a tree, or gift
wrapping. She could afford them, and she usually made a token effort to go
along with it all.
But then, usually she had Dave there with her. She doesn’t
this year.
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