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IT WAS DARK BY THE time we made it home. We found Mom on the deck, desperately trying to figure out the grill.
“Step aside before you blow us all up,” ordered Nathan, handing her the package of steaks.
“No arguments here,” she answered. “I prefer cooking on the stove myself, but the steaks taste so much better on the grill. Thanks for picking them up, by the way.”
“No problem. Just don’t give the sheriff mine, it’s the thirty-ouncer,” he replied.
Mom snorted. “I’m sure you’d have my head, you bottomless pit. By the way, we’re also having potatoes, pasta salad, and corn on the cob. So pace yourself tonight, if you can.”
He snorted. “That’s it? No dessert?”
“I took the cheesecake out of the freezer. The one I bought yesterday. But... let’s make sure our guest gets a piece before yo
