A
man
in
Phoenix
calls
his
son
in
New
York
the
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
Chicago
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
Phoenix
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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