“Lester asks Jaxson as we all sit around the kitchen table.
Why is it so hard for everyone to believe that I took the afternoon off?” Mary clucks. “Maybe because it’s as rare as Alexia’s steak sandwich.”
“Alexia’s not eating a steak sandwich, she never …”
“Exactly.” Mary says.
“Okay, I’ll concede—it’s been awhile.”
“Just out of curiosity,” Lane asks me. “When was the last time you ate a steak?”
I take a bite of my salad as I watch them munch on their animal flesh.
“London. Thursday June 4 1998. Seven thirty five p.m. A restaurant called ‘The Petal.’ It went out of business Saturday, April 5 2003. Time unknown.
“How can you remember all that?” Mary asks. “Was it an important day?”
“No. Not that I know of.”
“Amazing,” Mary states.
“Not really. It’s not like I’ve found a cure for cancer, or ended world hunger. That would be amazing.”
“Speaking of amazing…” Lester quips.” I’ve come up with the most amazing meatless Shepherd’s pie.
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