The 4th Pip: The Bulldog — Part V
This was no longer mimicry. When she sang, she was Gladys Knight.
A Red-Hot Christmas Eve Spat
She was thirteen, it was Christmas Eve, and the evening was unfolding like clockwork.
The tradition coming down from her mother’s side was to open a single present on Christmas Eve “but it better not be the big one.” So she retrieved the largest medium-sized one from under the tree that she could find.
It tu…
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