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walking in the snow

The roads were snow-covered and slippery…


Excerpt from “A Friend Request,” sequel novel to “Uncommon Bond” by C L Gillmore

The house was quiet now except for Christmas music playing softly on the stereo. Andy Williams was singing, “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.” How ironic.

I fixed myself a bowl of chili, cut a piece of cornbread and slathered it with lots of butter and poured a glass of milk. I ate two decorated sugar cookies first. I could eat my dessert first. I could do whatever I wanted.

I washed the bowl, spoon and glass and put them in the dish drainer and called Ren. I wished her Merry Christmas and listened as she told me about her gifts and what her family was doing. Then she listened as I told her about my gifts and what I was doing.

The roads were snow-covered and slippery so Ren and I agreed to walk and meet each other halfway to model our new clothes. Walking in the snow was much more fun than driving in it.

There were big fluffy snowflakes falling in the light of the moon that night as I walked to meet Ren. My boots swished quietly through the glistening snow. It was cold and quiet and beautiful. In the distance I heard the bell from the big Catholic Church on the hill peal nine times and then began to chime “Silent Night.” I sang to myself as I walked alone silently through the snow.

Ren and I met halfway and used the sidewalk as a runway to model our new Christmas outfits. We munched on sugar cookies I’d wrapped in a paper towel and stuck into my pocket, talked about what we got for Christmas and listened to “Turn, Turn, Turn” by the Byrds on Ren’s new transistor radio. She had earphones too and we took turns listening with them. So cool.

Later we hugged and wished each other Merry Christmas and walked back home…Ren to her big family and me to Andy Williams and my dog, Dottie.

Ren never asked questions that night. We never talked about it. We didn’t have to.

I remembered this Christmas for the rest of my life. It was the last one with my mother.