Normal Life on Christmas Day
Originally published on December 25, 2005
Snow. It always baffled her why they would call it falling snow; it always seemed to drift to her. It was barely sticking, but even so, cars stood in four multi-colored lines honking and crawling down the street. She stuffed her pink hands in her fleece pockets and kept her head down.
“Maggie?” a woman rolled down her window and yelled to her from her car.
Maggie turned to face the woman and waved. The light turned green and the car in back of the second woman’s car inched forward and honked. The second woman made a phone with her hand and mouthed call me before she sped off. Maggie smiled and sighed. What the heck will I do with my sister-in-law? she thought.
She arrived at the grocery store and walked in. It was a small Jewish store, so it was open on Christmas, this year only until five. The sixteen-year-old girl at the counter beamed at her as she went around the store picking out eggs, meat, and matzo meal.
“Did you find everything you needed?” she asked in a strange New York accent.
“Yes, thank you.”
The girl rung everything up and Maggie went home.
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