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ng her forehead。 〃Are you okay; Nora?〃 he asked。
 〃I'm fine and we're fine。 We still believe in Christmas; in celebrating the birth of Christ; we're just passing on all the foolishness this year。 Blair's gone and we're taking a break。〃
 He pondered this long and hard; while she shifted slightly。 〃It is a bit crazy; isn't it?〃 he said; looking at the pile of shopping bags he had deposited nearby。
 〃Yes it is。 Look; we're fine; Doug; I promise。 We're happy and healthy and just relaxing a bit。 That's all。〃
 〃I hear you're leaving。〃
 〃Yes; for ten days on a cruise。〃
 He stroked his beard as though he wasn't sure if he approved of this or not。
 〃You won't miss the midnight service; will you?〃 he asked with a smile。
 〃No promises; Doug。〃 
 He patted her knee and said good…bye。 She waited until he was out of sight; and then finally mustered the courage to get to her feet。 She shuffled out of the mall; cursing Luther and his bikini。
 
 Vic Frohmeyer's wife's cousin's youngest daughter was active in her Catholic church; which had a large youth choir that enjoyed caroling around the city。 Couple of phone calls; and the gig was booked。 A light snow was falling when the concert began。 The choir formed a half…moon in the driveway; near the gas lamp; and on cue started bawling 〃O Little Town of Bethlehem。〃 They waved at Luther when he peeked through the blinds。
 A crowd soon gathered behind the carolers; kids from the neighborhood; the Beckers From next door; the Trogdon clan。 There by virtue of an anonymous tip; a reporter for the Gazette watched for a few minutes; then asserted himself and rang the Kranks' doorbell。
 Luther yanked the door open; ready to land a punch。 〃What is it?〃 〃White Christmas〃 resounded in the background。
 〃Are you Mr。 Krank?〃 asked the reporter。 
 〃Yes; and who are you?〃
 〃Brian Brown with the Gazette。 Can I ask you some questions?〃
 〃About what?〃
 〃About this skipping Christmas business。〃
 Luther gazed at the crowd in his driveway。 One of those dark silhouettes out there had squealed on him。 One of his neighbors had called the newspaper。 Either Frohmeyer or Walt Scheel。
 〃I'm not talking;〃 he said and slammed the door。 Nora was in the shower; again; and Luther went to the basement。
 
 
 Ten
 
 Luther suggested dinner at Angelo's; their favorite Italian place。 It was on the ground floor of an old building downtown; far away from the hordes at the malls and shopping centers; five blocks from the parade route。 It was a good night to be away from Hemlock。
 They ordered salad with light dressing and pasta with tomato sauce; no meat; no wine; no bread。 Nora had tanned for the seventh time; Luther for the tenth; and as they sipped their sparkling water they admired their weathered looks and chuckled at all the pale faces around them。 One of Luther's grandmothers had been half…Italian; and his Mediterranean genes were proving quite conducive to tanning。 He was several shades darker than Nora; and his friends were noticing。 He couldn't have cared less。 By now; everybody knew they were headed for the islands。
 〃It's starting now;〃 Nora said; looking at her watch。
 Luther looked at his。 Seven P。M。
 The Christmas parade was launched every year from Veteran's Park; in midtown。 With floats and fire trucks and marching bands; it never changed。 Santa always brought up the rear in a sleigh built by the Rotarians and escorted by eight fat Shriners on mini…bikes。 The parade looped through the west side and came close to Hemlock。 Every year for the past eighteen; the Kranks and their neighbors had camped along the parade route and made an event out of it。 It was a festive evening; one Luther and Nora wished to avoid this year。
 Hemlock would be wild with kids and carolers and who knew what else。 Probably bicycle gangs chanting 〃Free Frosty〃 and little terrorists planting signs on their front lawn。
 〃How was the firm's Christmas dinner?〃 Nora asked。
 〃Sounded like the usual。 Same room; same waiters; same tenderloin; same soufflé。 Slader said Stanley got drunk as a skunk during cocktails。〃
 〃I've never seen him sober during cocktails。〃
 〃He made the same speech…great effort; billings up; we'll knock 'em dead next year; Wiley & Beck is Family; thanks to all。 That sort of stuff。 I'm glad we missed it。〃
 〃Anybody else skip it?〃
 〃Slader said Maupin from auditing was a no…show。〃
 〃I wonder what Jayne wore?〃
 〃I'll ask Slader。 I'm sure he took notes。〃
 Their salads arrived and they gawked at the baby spinach like famine refugees。 But they slowly and properly applied the dressing; a little salt and pepper; then began eating as if they were pletely disinterested in food。
 The Island Princess served nonstop food。 Luther planned to eat until he popped。
 At a table not far away; a pretty young lady with dark hair was eating with her date。 Nora saw her and laid down her fork。
 〃Do you think she's okay; Luther?〃 Luther glanced around the room and said; 〃Who?〃
 〃Blair。〃
 He finished chewing and pondered the question that she now asked only three times a day。 〃She's fine; Nora。 She's having a great time。〃
 〃Is she safe?〃 Another standard question; posed as if Luther should know for certain whether their daughter was safe or not at that precise moment。 
 〃The Peace Corps hasn't lost a volunteer in thirty years。 Yes; trust me; they're very careful; Nora。 Now eat。〃
 She pushed her greens around; took a bite; lost interest。 Luther wiped his plate clean and honed in on hers。 〃You gonna eat that?〃 he asked。
 She swapped plates; and in a flash Luther had cleaned the second one。 The pasta arrived and she guarded her bowl。 After a few measured bites; she stopped suddenly; her fork halfway to her face。 Then she laid it down again and said; 〃I forgot。〃
 Luther was chewing with a vengeance。 〃What is it?〃 Her face was stricken with terror。
 〃What is it; Nora?〃 he repeated; swallowing hard。
 〃Don't those judges e around after the parade?〃
 Then it hit Luther too。 He retired his fork for a moment; sipped water; gazed painfully at nothing in the distance。 Yes; indeed; it was true。
 After the parade; a mittee from Parks and Rec toured the neighborhoods on a float pulled by a John Deere tractor and examined the level of Christmas spirit。 They gave individual awards in various categories…Original Design; Festive Lighting; etc。 And they handed out an award to the street with the best decorations。 Hemlock had won the blue ribbon twice。
 The year before; Hemlock had placed second; primarily because; according to the gossip on the street; two of the forty…two homes had not put up a Frosty。 Boxwood Lane three blocks north had e from nowhere with a dazzling row of candy canes…Candy Cane Lane it described itself…and took away Hemlock's award。 Frohmeyer circulated memos for a month。
 Dinner; now ruined; came to a standstill as they picked through their pasta and killed as much time as possible。 Two long cups of decaf。 When Angelo's was empty; Luther paid the bill and they drove home; slowly。
 
 Sure enough; Hemlock lost again。 Luther fetched the Gazette in the semidarkness; and was horrified with the front page of Metro。 The award winners were listed…Cherry Avenue first; Boxwood Lane second; Stanton third。 Trogdon across the street with more than fourteen thousand lights finished fourth in Festive Lighting。
 In the center of the page was a large color photo of the Krank home; taken at some distance。 Luther studied it intently and tried to determine the angle。 The photographer had shot down and at a wide angle; sort of an aerial view。
 Next door; the Becker house positively glowed with a blinding display of lights。 On the other side; the Kerrs' house and lawn were perfectly lined with alternating reds and greens; thousands of them by now。
 The Krank home was dark。
 To the east; the Frohmeyers'; Nugents'; and Galdys' could be seen; all glowing warmly; all with their Frostys sitting snugly on the roofs。 To the west; the Dents'; Sloanes'; and Bellingtons' all radiated Christmas splendor。
 The Krank home was very dark。
 〃Scheel;〃 Luther grumbled to himself。 The photo was taken from directly across the street。 Walt Scheel had allowed the photographer to climb onto 

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