Jim frowned and said, “I think I used to be a postman.”
“Really? Where?”
“I don’t know,” Jim answered.
“New York?”
“I’m not sure. But I think I remember my parents a little.”
Jim spent every major holiday with Bernadine and Pete. On Christmas Eve he always arrived late because the Golashovskys were his last stop on his rounds of wishing friends a happy holiday. On this Christmas Eve he neve