I looked out the Broadthrow's window. A white car drove up and stopped across the street. Uncle Roger got out. It was a sunny December Sunday afternoon in Woodside, but he was wearing a long black overcoat, and a black fakefur Russian hat. In his hands he held a sprig of mistletoe and a brown paper bag.

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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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