The wind
emanated from Grandma Lucy. Untethered by heavy clothing or undergarments, the winds drove across the dining room while we gathered for Christmas Dinner. Granny had been on a healing diet of rich,
Greek food, dates and exotic grains. The
cats left the room for the saving oxygen of the back yard, while we kept our
heads down, lighting more candles, and sipping wine to anesthetize ourselves
and burn off any flammable gases before they collected in the corners behind
the heavy furniture. Gran was unaware of her blistering discharges, and
continued with her special dinner. Merry Christmas, all.
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