I’m dying here,” I pleaded with another poke in her side.“No.”“Sia, honey, have some compassion. Tell me,” I tried yet again, giving her a...hard poke.“Stop!” she laughed, kicking her leg out in retaliation.Pain exploded in my groin, a white-hot lance of breath-stealing agony. Breathing stopped as I curled into a ball grasping my groin. I fell off the couch, stars emerging, an iron band squeezing my chest. Holy fuck!“Oh God! I didn’t mean to do that!” my daughter exclaimed, jumping up and. ---------"Cully, can I trust you not to root thru this trunk while I phone Tommy?" We'd got it into the house."Well, when do I get my presents? They're in there?" As soon as I get done talking to Tommy. Yes, they're in there, but, that trunk is very well organized and I don't want it tore up. Now, can you wait, or, should I help you haul it into the bedroom while I make my call?"As I pondered, Girl made the decision for me. "Grab an end, sweetheart. C'mon." No, I'll do right." Cully!" We each. “Their faces really did light up as they got such simple gifts. As bad as this apocalypse has been, it has taught us all real gratitude. True, I’m Jewish and typically don’t celebrate Christmas, but this ain’t a bad time to start, is it? Especially since you were nice enough to help me with the menorah for Hanukkah recently. That was a first for me ... celebrating Hanukkah with so many goyim, including my husband,” Carrie laughed now, “anyway, Merry Christmas.”“And Happy Hanukkah again to you,. Dad was on the verge of answering when Ham started complaining. Mom cuffed him on the back of the head and told him to be quiet, which he did grudgingly. Dad waited for this little Hamilton drama to finish before answering. “Pretty much. They’re typically three-year leases, so every three years I give them back my car and they give me a list of three or four new cars I can get, and I pick one. Why?”I didn’t answer directly. “What do they do with the old cars?”“Sell them. Why?” he.