from Anywhere But Here
My mom had gone shopping, so she could offer us things to drink. She'd been in the Linville Nutrition Center and bought pomegranate juice and carrot juice and celery juice and three kinds of kefir. Daniel seemed used to that kind of thing. When she asked him, he said he wanted peach kefir.
My mother brought out bags of cranberries and brand new needles and threads. She told us she'd seen gorgeous strings of cranberries on a Christmas tree in a store window, prettier than popcorn, and so she thought we should make some. They were opening lots already, all over Westwood, the trees bundled together and stacked against walls.
We sat on the floor and started stringing. It was hard. The needles seemed thin and flimsy against the berries. We pricked our fingers and broke the cranberries and after a half hour, we each had only a short little stringful to show for it.
(Update: Reason to stay out of stores today. Worker dies in crush at Green Acres Shopping Center, Valley Stream, Long Island.)