There is a God. And He loves me dearly. By the time dinner is actually ready 45 minutes later (almost 9), there's ham hocks in the greens and the green beans, beef in the lasanga, bacon in the macaroni and cheese. The gravy on the mash potatoes is made from a meat base and of course, I can't eat the ham, chicken, ribs, or fried turkey. I'm left with sweet potatoes and potato salad.
Eve insists on making me salad. I insist she's done so much already and I'll just make it myself. I load a mound of washed lettuce and scrubbed tomatoes on my plate and a dollop of potato salad and sweet potatoes, and declare, "I have more than enough."
Devin looks at me quizzically.
I stuff a forkful of salad into my mouth in response. I figure I can fill up on cheesecake for dessert and tide myself over until I can get back to Brooklyn.
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