My Father's Best Friend
Lanie
“Ring it, Lanie,” Mom encouraged me.
Reaching forward, I rang the doorbell of the house half a block away from my parents’. The rest of the caroling group—mostly friends and neighbors of my mom’s, and none of them under fifty—bustled in excitement.
Footsteps sounded on the other side of the door, and then it opened, a white-haired man looking at us all in surprise.
“One, two,” Mom called out, and all six of us burst into a rendition of Jingle Bells. I mumbled along, hunching down in my jacket and wishing this was all over.
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