Well, tomorrow is Christmas and I don’t have a gift for Lorraine. There just wasn’t enough money. Our social security checks that go directly to the bank barely cover the electric bill and our food. I’m glad I had them take out the electric bill automatically when it comes due. That saves us a trip to town every month especially in weather like this. I hope we stay well. It would be awful if we had to try to get to the doctor or hospital. God has given us a lot of gifts, so I guess we just need to turn Christmas into another Thanksgiving and forget trying to give each other things. We both have birthdays coming up next month. I’ll be eighty-two and she’ll be eighty. I’ll have to make a way to go to town just in case there’s some news from the sheriff about our great-niece, Penelope. If she’s still alive and if he can find her. We’ve had so many happy years here in our Kentucky Hideaway, Lorraine wants Penelope to have this place when we’re gone if we can find her. Lorraine wants so much to see her if possible before she dies. And so do I. She was such a cute little girl. The sheriff had found out enough to know that our nephew and his wife died in a car wreck nearly thirty years ago and that our great-niece, Penelope, had been brought up by her mother’s sister. The sheriff is going to check further thinking that she might have taken her aunt’s last name. They might even have adopted her. Well, time to turn in. Goodnight. CCC