jg.skippingchristmas-第16章
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Good riddance。
He stepped into the travel agency to say good…bye to Biff； but she was already gone； off to a fabulous new resort in Mexico that offered a holiday package。 He walked briskly to his car； quite proud that he was skipping the madness up on the sixth floor。 He drove toward the mall； for one last tanning session； one last look at the crush of idiots who'd waited till almost the last minute to buy whatever was left in the stores。 The traffic was dense and slow； and when he finally arrived at the mall a traffic cop was blocking the entrance。 Parking lots were full。 No more room。 Go away。
Gladly； thought Luther。
He met Nora for lunch at a crowded bakery in the District。 They'd actually made a reservation； something unheard of for the rest of the year。 He was late。 She'd been crying。
〃It's Bev Scheel；〃 she said。 〃Went for a checkup yesterday。 The cancer's back； for the third time。〃
Though Luther and Walt had never been close； their wives had managed to maintain good relations over the past couple of years。 Truth was； for many years no one on Hemlock had much to do with the Scheels。 They'd worked hard to have more； and their higher ine had always been on display。
〃It's spread to her lungs；〃 Nora said； wiping her eyes。 They ordered sparkling water。 〃And they suspect it's in her kidneys and liver。〃
Luther winced as the horrific disease crept on。 〃That's awful；〃 he said in a low voice。
〃This could be her last Christmas。〃
〃Did her doctor say that？〃 he asked； wary of amateur prognostications。
〃No； I did。〃
They dwelt on the Scheels far too long； and when Luther'd had enough he said； 〃We leave in forty…eight hours。 Cheers。〃 They touched plastic glasses and Nora managed a smile。
Halfway through their salads； Luther asked； 〃Any regrets？〃
She shook her head no； swallowed； and said； 〃Oh； I've missed the tree at times； the decorations； the music； the memories； I guess。 But not the traffic and shopping and stress。 It was a great idea； Luther。〃
〃I'm a genius。〃
〃Let's not get carried away。 You think Blair will even think about Christmas？〃
〃Not if she's lucky。 Doubt it；〃 he said with a mouthful。 〃She's working with a bunch of heathen savages who worship rivers and such。 Why should they take a break for Christmas？〃
〃That's a little harsh； Luther。 Savages？〃
〃Just kidding； dear。 I'm sure they're gentle people。 Not to worry。〃
〃She said she never looks at a calendar。〃
〃Now that's impressive。 I've got two calendars in my office and I still forget which day it is。〃
Millie from the Women's Clinic barged in with a hug for Nora and a Merry Christmas for Luther； who would've otherwise been irritated except that Millie was tall and lanky and very cute for a woman her age。 Early fifties。
〃You heard about Bev Scheel；〃 Millie whispered as if Luther had suddenly vanished。 Now he was irritated。 He prayed bed never be stricken with some dreadful disease； not in this city。 The volunteer women would know about it before he did。
Give me a heart attack or a car wreck； something quick。 Something that cannot be whispered about while I linger。
Millie finally left； and they finished their salads。 Luther was famished as he paid the check； and caught himself once again dreaming of the luxurious spreads of food in the Island Princess brochures。
Nora had errands to run。 Luther did not。 He drove to Hemlock； parked in his driveway； a little relieved that there were no neighbors loitering near his house。 In the daily mail there were four more anonymous Frosty Christmas cards； these postmarked in Rochester； Fort Worth； Green Bay； and St。 Louis。 Frohmeyer's bunch at the university traveled a lot； and Luther suspected this was their little game。 Frohmeyer was restless and creative enough to mastermind such a prank。 Thirty…one Frosty cards had now been received； two all the way from Vancouver。 Luther was saving them； and when he returned from the Caribbean he planned to stuff them in a large envelope and mail them； anonymously of course； to Vic Frohmeyer； two doors down。
〃They'll arrive with all of his credit card bills；〃 Luther said to himself as he put the Frosty cards in a drawer with the others。 He made a fire； settled under a quilt in his chair； and fell asleep。
It was a rowdy night on Hemlock。 Marauding bands of boisterous carolers took turns at the Krank house。 Often they were assisted by neighbors seized by the spirit of the moment。 At one point； a chant of 〃We Want Frosty！〃 erupted behind a choir from the Lions Club。
Handmade signs demanding 〃Free Frosty〃 appeared； the first hammered into the ground by none other than Spike Frohmeyer。 He and his little gang were up and dawn Hemlock； on skateboards and bikes； yelling and reveling in their pre…Christmas Eve exuberance。
An impromptu block party materialized。 Trish Trogdon fixed hot cocoa for the kids while her husband； Wes； rigged up speakers in the driveway。 Soon 〃Frosty the Snowman〃 and 〃Jingle Bells〃 were wafting through the night； interrupted only when a real choir arrived to serenade the Kranks。 Wes played a selection of favorites； but his favorite that night was 〃Frosty。〃
The Krank home remained dark and quiet； locked and secure。 Nora was in the bedroom gathering what she wanted to pack。 Luther was in the basement； trying to read。
Twelve
Christmas Eve。 Luther and Nora slept until almost 7 A。M。； when the phone awakened them。 〃May I speak to Frosty？〃 came the voice of a teenager； and before Luther could shoot back a retort the line was dead。 He managed to laugh though； and as he jumped out of bed he patted his rather firm stomach and said； 〃The islands are calling us； dear。 Let's pack。〃
〃Fetch my coffee；〃 she said and slid deeper under the covers。
The morning was overcast and cold； the chance of a white Christmas fifty…fifty。 Luther certainly didn't want one。 Nora would lapse into a spell of nostalgia if snow fell on Christmas Eve。 She'd grown up in Connecticut； where； according to her； every Christmas had been white。
Luther didn't want the weather meddling with their flight tomorrow。
He stood at the front window； exactly where the tree would've been； sipped his coffee； gazed upon his lawn to make sure it had not been vandalized by Spike Frohmeyer and his band of outlaws； and looked at the Scheel home across the street。 In spite of all its lights and decorations； it was a gloomy place。 Walt and Bev were in there； having their coffee； sleepwalking through the motions； both knowing but not saying that this could be their last Christmas together。 For a moment Luther felt a twinge of regret about eliminating Christmas； but it didn't last long。
Next door； things were certainly different at the Trogdons'。 They followed the odd custom of playing Santa Claus on the morning of Christmas Eve； twenty…four hours before the rest of the world； then loading their mini…van and racing off to a lodge for a week of skiing。 Same lodge every year； and Trogdon had explained that they had Christmas dinner in a stone cabin before a roaring fireplace with thirty other Trogdons。 Very cozy； great skiing； kids loved it； and the family got along。
Different strokes。
So the Trogdons were already up and unwrapping piles of gifts。 Luther could see movement around their tree； and he knew that before long they'd be hauling boxes and bags to the van； then the yelling would start。 The Trogdon kids would be whisked away before they were forced to explain； how； exactly； they got such a favorable deal from Santa Claus。
Otherwise； Hemlock was still and quiet； bracing itself for the festivities。
Luther took another sip and grinned smugly at the world。 On the morning of a typical Christmas Eve； Nora would bounce out of bed at sunrise with two long lists； one for her； an even longer one for him。 By seven； she'd have a turkey in the oven； the house spotless； the tables set for the party； and her thoroughly defeated husband out in the jungle trying to beat last…minute traffic with his list。 They'd bark at each other； face to face and by cell phone。 He'd forget something and be sent back into the streets。 He'd break something and the world would e to an end。
Total chaos。 Then； around six； when they were both exhausted and sic
