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“It’s me, Daris Howard,” I shouted at the

same volume, feeling embarrassed as everyone

turned to look at me. “So how’s life?”
“My wife is right there,” Mr. Masters said,

pointing across the table.

People around the room started to giggle as
I yelled louder. “So, do you like living

here?”

“No, thanks,” Mr. Masters said. “We don’t
drink beer. But you can if you want.”

I don’t drink alcohol, but I decided it
wasn’t worth belaboring the point, so I tried

another subject. “So, do they have good food?”

I yelled.
“Of course I’m in a good mood,” Mr.

Masters yelled back. “It’s Christmas time.”

I decided to give it one more try. As loud
as I could I asked, “So how’s life treating you?”

“Well of course not,” Mr. Masters said,
indignantly. “Whatever gave you the idea that

my wife was beating me. I never lose at

checkers.”
I just shook my head and sighed. “Happy

holidays,” I said, as I turned to leave.

I had only gone about ten feet when I heard

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