OK, so I'd made some mistakes. But what about my big moment? "How was my dance?" I asked.
"That was great!" my husband said. Then he put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed it.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked.
"Because I felt sorry for you," he said. "You seemed very alone."
Well, we're born alone, we die alone, and we wear the Big George costume alone. And let's just point out that my worries about being a jinx were unfounded. With me as Big George, the game was a slaughter. We won 98-72.
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