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Sunday Promise -- by Lad Moore
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"It's my treat. There can never be two cooks in the same Christmas kitchen! " Her poised index finger had just punctuated the Eleventh Commandment. *** "That was Mommie M on the phone," my brother announced to the assembled family group. "She says it's nigh time we head over there."
Every Sunday was the same. Our families awaited the call from "Mommie Moore" that gave us an hours notice of Sunday dinner. It was less than a twenty-minute ride to her modest home on George Gregg Street, but she didn't want us there too early. "No need for fussing around my kitchen," she always said.
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