“cried Bryn. Guy grinned. “Well, whaddya know.” Suzanne looked, too. There was nothing in the snow globe but an angel window-shopping outside a toyshop. “It looks just like Happy,” Bryn said, exercising her imagination to the max. “Oh, look. He’s found a home in Virginia,” said Suzanne. “No, he hasn’t, Mommy,” insisted Bryn. “That’s our house.” “It sure is,” agreed Guy, smiling. “There’s our red front door and the Christmas wreath Mommy just got.” Okay, enough encouraging false hope, Suzanne tho...ught irritably. “What do you know! A house in Virginia that’s just like ours,” she said, giving her husband a look that warned retribution if he didn’t cease his naughty behavior. Meanwhile, Kiley the Typhoid Mary of Christmas was beaming cluelessly. Bryn shook the thing again, watching it in delight. “What else do you see? I think I see a new doll,” said Suzanne. Bryn was focused on the snow globe. “I just see Happy,” she said matter-of-factly.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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