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calling on little ole me,” Melanie purred.
    “Oh, brother!” Cora exclaimed.
    “Who’s Bertha Callahan?” Brad asked Amy.
    “Coming up next, we have the home of Bertha Callahan,
the sweetheart of that daredevil, Barney Flowers. And you’d better sing loud.
Old Bertha doesn’t hear like she used to.”
    “Hey, Harry, do you realize that you’re going to miss Wheel
Of Fortune and Jeopardy?” Melanie asked.
    “Oh, Harry bought me a VCR,” Ethel interjected.
    “Harry who?” Cora asked.
    “Why my Harry, of course.”
    “You mean Harry paid money for a VCR?”
    “Harry always keeps his promises. Several years ago
Harry and I were shopping, and I told Harry we should get a VCR. Harry told me that $500 was too much for one of those contraptions, but if they ever came
down to $50, he’d buy me one. Well, they finally came down to $50, and I
reminded Harry of his promise.”
    “That sounds like Harry. Just when everyone else is
buying a DVD player, old Harry finally springs for a VCR.”
    “Hey, these things are nice. I can tape Wheel and Jeopardy and Vanna is there waiting for me when I get home, even if I
decide to wait until tomorrow to watch it.”
    “We know, Harry. The rest of us have had VCRs for
years.”
    Amy turned to fill in Brad on Harry’s interests.
    “Harry and Ethel don’t watch much TV, but they always
watch The Price Is Right every morning, and every night they watch Wheel
of Fortune and Jeopardy.”
    “I must go over there sometime. I’ve never seen any of
those shows in black-and-white,” Brad replied.
    Amy doubled over in laughter and slapped her knees.
    Cora noticed Amy, shed a tear, and stopped to say a
prayer.
    “Oh, God, please let Brad be the one for Amy.”
    When Amy regained her composure, she replied to Brad’s
comment.
    “I don’t how what compelled him to do so, but at some
point Harry splurged and bought Ethel a color TV. He still has an old push
mower, however. You know, the kind without a motor.”
    This time it was Brad’s turn to laugh, only not as
vociferously as Amy did.
    Amy noticed that they had arrived at Bertha’s house
and poked Brad to get his attention.
    “Okay, good and loud, everybody,” Cora said as she
rang Bertha’s doorbell.
    The growing group sang three songs before Bertha
realized they were there. When Bertha opened the front door, Cora hollered,
“Come on, Bertha! Get your coat! We’ll be at Barney’s house soon!”
    “You say Barney’s with you. Where is he? I don’t see
him. Yoo-hoo! Oh, Barney. Where are you, my Sweet Pea?”
    “Barney’s not with us! We’re going to his house in a
minute! Get your coat!” Cora hollered in Bertha’s ear.
    “Well, why didn’t you say so? Just a minute! I’ve got
it right here. I thought tonight was the night.”
    As the group descended on Allison Davenport’s house
next door to Bertha, Bertha yanked on Cora’s coat sleeve and said, “This isn’t
Barney’s house. His house is the next one.”
    “I know, Bertha dear, but we have to stop for Allison
first.”
    As the group ascended the stairs to the porch, Allison
threw open the front door and wheeled herself onto the front porch. She was
bundled up and ready to go.
    “Okay, let’s hear it,” Allison ordered. “Give me your
best Rudolph.”
    Allison whipped the troupe into shape, listened to
their customary three songs, and then raced down the ramp and was the first to
arrive at the sidewalk in front of her house.
    “See, I told you,” Amy said, as she elbowed Brad.
    “Hey, does that thing have snow tires?” Amy asked, as
she caught up with her friend.
    “No, just studs. They’re great for getting out in the
weather, but they sure tear up my carpeting,” Allison said, as she and Amy
enjoyed a good laugh.
    “Hey, I don’t think I know you,” Allison said,
reaching her hand up to Brad.
    “Hi, I’m Brad. I just moved in across the street.”
    “So, someone is now living in the old Patterson
place.”
    “Yeah, the Pattersons were