Ruth Davis Memorial

The next day, Christmas Day, Angelica had second thoughts. The wreath was sure to be missed. She thought she should return it. Oh no, I protested, they could spare it.

When I awoke the next morning, the wreath was gone. What happened to it? This disappearing wreath - this was a mystery. I guess we learned our lesson. Hands off private property.

Ruth Davis exerpt from The Disappearing Christmas Wreath

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