Dressing for Dinner

IT was the night before Thanksgiving. The frost was on the pumpkin--and I had quite a load on myself. Inspired by Mother's beautiful fruitcake (glazed and loaded even as I), I decided to try an experience I'd heard about--soak the fruitcake in brandy and let it mellow until Christmas. There wasn't any brandy around just then (there never was) and I realized I'd have to make the twelve-mile trip to the nearest liquor store. The fact that the fifth was getting low didn't have a thing to do with it. Suppose my husband forgot to pick up the liquor for the Thanksgiving company? Somehow I always had to have a reason for trips to the liquor store.