“This comes with your choice of potato and a dinner salad. Would you like anything else?”“No potato for me, just the salad with vinegar and oil,...�� Linda told me and the others agreed, except for Ramona and she asked for Mangini’s own, Buttermilk Ranch.My kind of girl.I had four more tables occupied in my section and hurried to wait on them as well. Before the six cougars’ steaks were done, I had two more large parties in my section.As I would take a drink order to the bar, or a dinner order to. "Andrew waxed philosophical and replied, "Everything you do in life is a trade off. Some times those trades are easy, like making time for family. Sometimes they are hard, like dealing with the commercialism of the season."Megan and Andrew went out with a group of Caitlyn's friends and sang Christmas Carols door to door in different housing developments on two different nights. Megan sang so loud she was hoarse after the second day.Christmas Eve was a night for family. All of Bart and Denise's. He'd have to keep stooping to keep his hair from brushing against the doorframe! He's no beanpole, ether. Tony is muscled like some kind of Greek God. A God carved from rich beautiful mahogany.Now let me get back to that broken lock. Tony had sent his crew home for the evening and was taking a few last measurements of the master bedroom's bathroom. Or that's what I thought at least. I had stayed too. Sitting on a big five gallon bucket, I was sorting through tile samples in the kitchen when I. ‘Daddy!’ my daughter cried out upon seeing me, a radiant smile on her little face. There was a smile on my face, too as I held out my arms for her. ‘Hi, Fussbudget.’ I said. ‘Are you being a good girl for your mommy?’ ‘Yes, Daddy.’ Carole said. ‘Are you coming home soon?’ Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Laura nod. ‘Yes, Carole.’ I said. ‘I’m coming back home soon, and you and I can play with Jim, and with Bowser and Buddy.’ Carole smiled brightly at that. I chatted with Molly some while.