I'll sign off with an excerpt of Andre Narbonne's story 'All Over', published in the Antigonish Review (Summer 2010 edition):
"Between supper and bed is cards. Jimmy is my partner. He's a consummate joker. When I bid he says, "Fill your boots." When we win he says, "Good boy yourself." But it's Chloe who keeps holding up the play with her absurd table talk. She never passes, always passes "for now". . .
. . . I try to change the subject on myself by asking Therese about the church. It's so large it could stand as a beacon for ships at sea and probably does.
"Oh, yes," she says, "it's the biggest church in Cape Breton."
"Then why the name?"
"Petite Eglise? Oh, that, well, it's an old name. The church is newer."
"That's the problem with labels," says Chloe who would have been a hippy twenty years ago and is now a free spirit. "They're more permanent than the things they describe. Pass for now." . . .
. . .Jimmy will drive us to the train. I think Chloe should sit in the front with him. I haven't heard them exchange a word all weekend. It's not that she's forgotten him, but there's something breaking in her too. I realize that now. She is beginning to grasp the obvious. She and Jimmy were always very close, hence the rebellion and now the silence. They haven't spoken because they cannot."
Though I will miss both my parents dearly, I will always remain so grateful for their holiday gifts - by keeping the magic they instilled in me alive, it is my hope that they will live on forever...
Thanks Mom & Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Holidays All,