Alice looked across at Danny despairingly as she wrote her seven hundredth Christmas card.
“Do we HAVE to send one to the Laidlaws?” she asked, pleadingly.
“They sent us one last year,” he replied. Dutifully, she signed the card, sealed and addressed the envelope.
Turning to the seven hundred and first card, she said. “What about the Blacks – THEY didn’t send us one last year.”
Danny looked up. “Suppose they send us one this year, where will be then?”
“Well, at least I can reduce the amount I’ve to write each time,” Alice said, drawing her trusty old Italian Beretta...