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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1959

It was a rather gloomy morning for Alexandria. It was Christmas Eve, her first without her mother, and it was really affecting her.

On the contrary, Kathleen was having a great day. She missed her mother, of course, but she knew that her mother wouldn't have wanted her to spend the day all mopey, so she was being as happy as she could be. Besides, it was Wesley's first Christmas, and though it would likely be one that he himself would forget, it was sure to be one that Kathleen remembered for the rest of her life—her first Christmas as a mother! She had been in and out of the kitchen all day long, preparing food. The plan was for the four of them to go spend the morning with Jack's family, and then Mrs. Harrison had invited them over for the latter half of the day.

George's mother adored Wesley. She loved having the girls over for dinner, and she always offered to babysit whenever Kathleen needed it. She swore that Wesley was the calmest baby that she had ever cared for, but Alexandria and Kathleen weren't exactly convinced. They could never get him to calm down once he started squalling. They often wondered if it was something that they were doing. Perhaps they needed to take some sort of class on caring for babies. They really just didn't understand how it worked sometimes.

Alexandria shuffled through clothes three times to try and find something suitable for Paul's family dinner, and she grew a little more anxious every time she looked at the clock and realized that it was still moving and that time was still changing. She just wanted it to stop all together so that she had more bloody time to prepare. She was to be at Paul's house by two-thirty so that they could leave. She was told that the house where this dinner was taking place was about an hour-and-a-half outside of Liverpool, so they needed to be on the road by three. Jim McCartney was a very timely man. He hated more than anything to be late to something, especially a family event.

There was a knock on Alexandria's bedroom door and she jumped, turning toward the wooden door with wide eyes. "I'm coming in," Kathleen said and the doorknob turned before Alexandria even had time to slip the shirt in her hands over her head.

"Kath, I'm not—." Alexandria fumbled with the white shirt in her hands before finally getting it over her head.

"You've been in here for two hours, Alex." Kathleen's eyes immediately fell to the mound of clothes on Alexandria's bed, then she looked back up at her sister, raising an eyebrow and cocking her head to the side. "Why didn't you just as for help if you needed it this badly?"

Alexandria collapsed onto her bed with a hefty sigh. "Because," she said defeatedly. "I'm a girl, so I'm supposed to know how to do this...nothing looks good on me, though!"

"Now, don't be so dramatic," Kathleen said. "You look good in a lot of things. You just don't like the admit that you do. Or, you just want to complain about them instead. Beauty takes pain, Alex. Pain and a little discomfort."