In the StoryEvery Christmas After
This year, every one of her impossible Christmases has an invitation to Christmas Eve dinner. Camille Delmas remembers holidays with different men, in lives that cannot all have been hers. Each memory brings its tenderness, its awkwardness, its promises. Her mother, meanwhile, has mostly invited too many people to the table.
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Camille Delmas had formulated this law at twenty-seven, during a night spent moving cardboard stars in front of a display window that would not open for another four hours. At thirty-four, she no longer believed in perfectly conical Christmas trees, families all laughing on the same side of the table, or ribbons untied with a single tug. She believed in clear double-sided tape, production schedules, suppliers who answered after seven, and good lighting’s ability to make you forget that a…Read the excerpt ↗