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There were just three shopping days left until Christmas. Mrs. Prosperous Americana was on her way to the bank to pick up the remainder of her Christmas Club money. She had just parked the minivan and was making her way through the parking lot when she came upon a homeless woman sleeping on a bench along the sidewalk. She recognized her as a woman from her Garden Club whom she had not seen for several years. The last word she had heard was that the woman had lost her husband and ended up in a mental institution. Now here she was living on the street. "Oh, my," Mrs.