Making Party

[Cita]

I love walking into the dark kitchen in the early morning when the Christmas tree is glowing through from the living room, even though I don't have a traditional tree, and I especially like it when I've done the dishes the night before with you leaning on the counter and making me laugh.

We didn't go to the party last night, but we made a party of our own--scrambled egg sandwiches with sweet pickle, cribbage, and I asked why we didn't have barbequed potato chips.

My feet are hot like my great-grandmother's, or so they say.

They say she had to put them outside the covers and refused to sleep in socks; it is my favorite thing to touch your cool smooth long feet with my hot fat short ones.

When you decided you didn't want to go to your friend's Christmas party you asked, "Am I getting old?"

I smiled,  because I knew we weren't going... days ago.

[Mike Handley]

If this is any indication, your novel is probably outshining your unconventional Christmas tree.

[Angela]

I enjoyed this glimpse into a day's progress.  I felt, like Teresa, something of a spy.

[Teresa]

You didn't share your hot feet with me in Blowing Rock.  That hurts.  But I love that this feels like eavesdropping.

[Travis Smith]

The hotfoot nickname was too easy Bill...still funny though.

The last line really wraps this up well.

[Cita]

UNFAIR!  Now I am blushing.

[Bill Floyd]

This sounds like real intimacy.  And good writing, too, hotfoot.