Mrs. Stouffer fussed around the dessert table with shakers of Christmas glitter-candy, liberally dusting everything in sight with red and green sparkles–– a chafing dish of cheese blintzes, an apple tart, Mrs. Glück’s “famous” chocolate torte. Finally, the glitter ran out.
“Thank God,” muttered Mrs. Dogsbill. “That table looks like a kindergarten art room.”
“She can’t bake to save her life,” said Mrs. Cragsmorton. “So she does this.”
Mrs. Stouffer looked at her shakers and realized the glitter was gone. She went over to where she’d set her handbag and produced two more jars, one of blue, one of yellow.