So while my aunt became a Highland Park woman, she avoided all Highland Park men, those like Mr. Vickers.  She also avoided her parents’ home, where she was raised, in a tiny town called Ennis.  Ennis now exists as a suburb of Dallas, only thirty minutes south of the city.  Still, Sandy refused to visit her parents’ home following her high school graduation.  In the forty years following her departure from Ennis, Sandy made the half hour drive back only a handful of times.  Once, Sandy returned when there were diamonds from my great aunt’s estate to be divided, and only occasionally otherwise for Thanksgiving dinner, sometimes Christmas Eve.  Until my family’s holidays moved from Ennis to Bob’s condo in Highland Park, the bulk of Sandy’s holidays were spent away with her martini women. 

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