“I’ll keep that in mind,” Scott promised, giving Duke the room he needed to walk past.
Scott had been a little horrified at the thought of Duke only eating a sandwich after the day he had, but an inspection of the fridge proved that a very good sandwich could be constructed. Scott pulled out roast beef, tomatoes, sprouts, gourmet mustard, thinly sliced provolone cheese, and mayo. He also found a big loaf of French bread.
He put together two sandwiches, then rooted around the fridge again until he found enough vegetables to make a salad—not because he wanted one but because he thought the vitamins would be good for Duke’s recovering body. Once he had the meal complete, he poured Duke a fresh cup of coffee, and carried the whole spread into the living room.
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