That night Andy held me. He stroked my head. He told me he loved me. He flew to the top of the church where he broke into song, but he was singing on key. That’s when I knew I had fallen asleep and was dreaming. Andy’s shower songs were never on key.
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Peter and his family didn’t sit with the rest of us at Mass on Christmas Eve. Meg gave him a piece of her mind for that. On Christmas Day he, Angie and the kids arrived late and left early. Angie was cordial to Andy, even friendly, but Peter didn’t even look at him. He avoided me except to give me a perfunctory hug and wish me a Merry Christmas.