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The evening ended in a lovely dinner that had been provided to us by Mary’s hand. Her affinity for cooking had shown through in every measure of the statement. I had not tasted such a balanced and flavorful stew from any other source. Though upon questioning her profusely on the recipe for the meal, she would not provide any explanation or reason. Still, I was thankful for a wholesome and light dinner as we discussed our desires for the future of our relationship. I could not understand why, but my stomach had felt a resistance to this conversation and its conclusion. It was not as though I would never wish to continue being married to Mary which confused my more logical sensibilities.
The normal activities for the night had fallen way to Mary sitting upon my lap in the front parlor a
