“Members only tonight,” Dad smirked, blocking the entrance; Mom nodded, “Maybe try Applebee’s,” and I turned to leave quietly, until the club director rushed out and asked why my own family was blocking my entrance.
The snow was falling softly as I pulled into the parking lot of Riverside Country Club at 6:15 on Christmas Eve. The building glowed with warm light, every tall window framed with elegant white garland and tiny golden lights. From the outside, it looked like something printed on a holiday card and sold in a […]
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