Mom and I alternate every week, one week her place, the next my place, always about 5pm. This week, since she is lonely and without Carl, I put on a spread of roast chicken, cooked all afternoon in a slow oven till the meat fell from the bones, thick creamy gravy made from the pan dripping, sweet baby carrots, fluffy white baked potatoes, and a big dish of roasted vegetables (onions pepper and tomatoes) just for Mom. She brought dessert as usual, which was chocolate pie. We put real whipped cream on top.
So you know, the usual. 
Too bad you missed it,Carl. When are you coming home?
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