![]() firm in September, which, as it so happened, was the same month Louie’s trial was on the docket. He was scheduled to graduate in May, sit for the bar exam in July, and begin working with a D.C. Mark, the older son, was home from the horrors of law school, and, though even poorer than his brother, had managed to buy his mother some perfume. The year before and the year before that both of his ankles had been unburdened and he hadn’t bothered to shop. But even without it, no one expected Louie to go to the trouble of buying gifts. His excuse was that he couldn’t leave the house because of the court-ordered monitor attached to his ankle. ![]() He made no effort to buy his mom anything in the way of a gift. Louie, her younger son, was under house arrest, sort of free on bail, and facing a rough year ahead with the drug charges and all. Frazier, jilted, humiliated, broke, and depressed, was still struggling. In no time, he had moved in with his young secretary, who, as things developed, was already pregnant. Frazier had moved out three years earlier, and he wasn’t missed as much as he was despised. ![]() Frazier went through the motions of decorating a small tree and wrapping a few cheap gifts and baking cookies no one really wanted, and, as always, she kept The Nutcracker running nonstop on the stereo as she gamely hummed along in the kitchen as though the season was merry. The end of the year brought the usual holiday festivities, though around the Frazier house there was little to cheer. ![]()
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