99 New: Endings

It was my custom to make peanut brittle on Christmas Eve, early so it was done but slightly warm at dinnertime and we could wrap it in boxes for my daughter to give to her grandparents where she spent Christmas Eve while I stayed home because we were divorced, missing their lovely house, the goldenness of it, you could see it from the road, the people happy inside if you went to look, which I didn’t, I sent the peanut brittle instead, until one year they joked they had broken their teeth on my brittle and I stopped making it.