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While in the kitchen a week before Christmas, Molly is setting up to make her famous Holiday cookies. Holiday music plays in the background as Molly sets out her cooling racks, bowls, utensils, and ingredients to make her famous cookies. “Oh, biscuits! I am out of milk.” Thinking that she now needed to go to the store for milk. A frustrated Molly whips off her apron, and heads to her bedroom to get shoes and her purse. Molly mumbles to herself as she slips her shoes on and grabs her purse. “Of all the days to run out of milk. I have asked repeatedly for that stepson of mine to add the food he finishes off to the list. How hard can it be to tell Alexa to add milk to the grocery list? I don’t care if he is 20 years old, he deserves a spanking for showing me such disrespect.” As Molly walks back towards the other side of the house to get to the garage, her anger builds over the situation. Just as she is opening the door from the house to the garage, she hears the front door open. “Hey Molly, I am home.” Continue reading “Milk Cookies”