By Steven Gowin
My wife opened our doors to a homeless man on Christmas Eve. He carried a New Yorker, so I took him for literate.
Under a button nose, he wore a ginger beard but no mustache. Gaps separated all of his stubby, brown teeth. He was bald.
Having welcomed him from under the evergreen door wreath, my wife left on an errand with our baby. I gave him panna cotta, and he watched the Stars on Entertainment Hollywood.
At eight o’clock sharp, he insisted on rearranging our silver and put it all in the refrigerator’s vegetable bin. With the utensil drawer empty, he demanded vinegar to clean the toilets.
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