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“This is the first night in over a year that we have had the place to ourselves,” Joe said, sliding his chair under the dining room table.
“I know. It seems a bit weird,” Rachel said. “No daughter running around, making conversation.”
“And no Precious,” Joe said, placing a napkin in his lap.
“Well, that’s a good thing. I won’t miss her.”
“Me either.”
Rachel cut a slice of meatloaf from the serving plate, passing it to her husband. She slipped another piece onto her own plate. Joe loved meatloaf, so Rachel tried to make it often.
“These cauliflower faux mashed potatoes aren’t bad,” he said, taking another bite. “I’m surprised.”
“Eating healthy isn’t difficult, and doesn’t have to be bland. And it makes all the difference in my diabetes numbers,” Rachel said while cutting into h
