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It was the same with the men, so many of whom were smoking sweet-smelling
Havana cigars; more than half of them were old enough to be my father's father.
Then I saw something that made me blink. My father and his agile partner had ...
I watched until my father had finished his chores and blown out the few candles
that still burned. I waited until I was sure he was in bed and sound asleep. Then I
crept downstairs to the parlor, which still reeked of gardenias and Havana cigars.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - shsunon - LibraryThing
Truman Capote spends a sad and unusual Christmas with his father whom he rarely sees. This novel contains autobiographical elements ---Bring tissue for tears. Read full review
ONE CHRISTMASUser Review - Kirkus
With just 21 pages of large-print text, this autobiographical snippet (which originally appeared in Ladles' Home Journal) is even briefer than A Christmas Memory or The Thanksgiving Visitor; more ... Read full review