> >> day before Thanksgiving
> >> > and says, "I hate to ruin your day, but I have
> >> to tell you that your mother
> >> > and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is
> >> enough.
> >> >
> >> > "Pop, what are you talking about?" the son
> >> screams.
> >> > "We can't stand the sight of each other any
> >> longer," the father says. "We're
> >> > sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about
> >> this, so you call your
> >> > sister in Denver and tell her."
> >> >
> >> > Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on
> >> the phone.
> >> > "Like heck they're getting divorced,"
> >> she shouts, "I'll take care of this,"
> >> >
> >> > She calls Jacksonville immediately, and screams at
> >> her father, "You are NOT
> >> > getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I
> >> get there. I'm calling my
> >> > brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow.
> >> Until then, don't do a thing,
> >> > DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.
> >> >
> >> > The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.
> >> "Okay," he says,
> >> > "they're coming for Thanksgiving and paying
> >> their own way."
> >> >
> >> >
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