My first Christmas without the “Cheshire Cat” and the family reunion that never came
by Leila Beaudoin Taking a slow and grateful swig, he gracefully sat back in his chair. Pub noise humming around us, bellies stuffed, my date’s signature grin appeared. “That was a good pint,” he’d say. The finest gentleman, he never allowed me to pay. On the drive home, I made sure the radio was playing