Betty and June decided to dress up for their first Christmas in their new "bachelor gal" apartment together. "Heck," said June, "when are we ever going to wear our ball-gowns in Schenectaty otherwise?!" Betty laughed lightly. "You bet!" she said. They had sausage-rolls and highballs, watched the Chordettes Christmas Special, and laughed and laughed. It was forty-eight years later, almost to the day, when Betty buried June with a rose from the hem of her pink taffeta.