In the 1950s and 60s my parents went out to card parties, often three times a week. My dad had a band well into his eighties so many Saturday nights he was gone. My mother hated the music but tolerated it and often hosted tea, sandwiches, and fresh donuts. But many a time, if he was home, they danced to music on the radio in the kitchen, warmed by the wood stove and their love.
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