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Three months later

It was Sunday and Charla was on leave. I was making spaghetti for me and Edith when I heard my telephone ring in the living hall. God, let this not be a call from the hospital. Today I not only have to feed but also cook for my little wife. I cannot afford to make Edith cook in the house. Last time she attempted to do the feat, the house was almost on fire. I had to use my influence and several of my important contacts to send the fire department workers away from my house without making an issue.

I reach the front hall and...