“The way life can get away from us? I’d say we make it a standing date. How about . . . the last Saturday of every month? Assuming our duty days allow. We’ll call it HAM Day!” Lita joined Eleanor in looking at her with a puzzled expression. “Hank and Marlene Day,” she explained, as if it couldn’t have been more obvious. All their smiles broadened as Penny raised her nearly empty glass. “Everyone in?” Eleanor held up her glass. “Absolutely.” They turned expectantly to Lita, and a notion dawned on her. She had been feeling pensive of late, a restlessness in her soul that everything about life as
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