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You’re Not Going to Believe This!


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argaret and her sister, Millicent, made their way quickly into the small German restaurant at 6:15 p.m. and requested a table in one of the dark corners of the little establishment. “How about the alcove over there?”


the hostess asked. “We weren’t going to open it since it’s a weeknight, but I’ll ask Heidi to be your server.” Sitting in their cloistered spot,


the


sisters conversed in whispers. “I’m so curi- ous,” Margaret said. “I wonder how Des-


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mond could get deeply involved with a girl without his dad and me knowing anything about it. You said her name is Julia?” “That’s what he told me,” Millicent


replied, peering into the dining area. “He said he was so excited he had to tell some- body that tonight was the night he was popping the big question.” “I don’t know whether to feel honored


or betrayed that he’s bringing her to my favorite restaurant. It’s romantic, I guess. And they’re going to be here at 6:30?” “That’s what he said.” Abruptly the kitchen door burst open and Desmond—Margaret’s youngest child—accompanied by his two sisters, their father and an entourage of family and friends emerged carrying a cake ablaze with candles. A loud chorus of “Happy Birthday” echoed through the establish- ment as the parade of loved ones gathered where the sisters sat. As the song died out, Desmond spoke


up, a wry smile on his face. “Happy 50th birthday, Mom!” “Happy birthday!” called voice after


voice.


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