63Becca dragged herself into the dining room at noon and slumped into a chair. Gaby appeared with a plate and a sweating glass of iced tea bearing a bruised mint leaf. Becca downed half the glass and ran both hands through her hair.
“Grilled cheese, bacon and tomato today.” Gaby placed the plate, which was filled out with a handful of sweet-potato chips and several fat strawberries, on the table. Becca lifted one half of the sandwich and watched the strings of melted, yellow cheese part. She took a bite, sucking air into her mouth to cool the searing cheese. She downed some more tea and dug into the chips. She was starving.
Gaby refilled her tumbler and sat down. “How's it going?” There was a twinkle in her eye.
Becca eyed the older woman, sensing Gaby understood. “It's hard work.”
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