Chapter 29
“I’m not much of a churchgoer, but yes…yes I think I’d like to go if you would.”
“Mary,” I said into the phone, “we’d love to come.”
“Great. We’ll pick you up about ten-thirty.”
“We’ll be ready. And say thanks to your parents from us, will you?”
“Sure, see you later. Bye.”
I hung up. “You sure you’re all right about it?” I asked Mark.
He nodded. “It’ll be nice to get back to the real meaning of Christmas. I like all the shopping and everything, but it’s too easy to forget what it’s really all about.”
“Wow, that’s deep.”
“Sorry,” Mark laughed.
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The time drew near for Mary’s parents to pick us up. Mark and I had gotten dressed in warm—but smart—clothing. Neither of us wore a tie. I had several, but as Mark didn’t, I thought it’d be inappropriate for me to put one on.