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Cawith her new client Yeah, she had convinced thee their web site, but it had been her toughest sell yet The , and other than a quick text to Moiven thought to much else

She checked the tietting hungry about now Moht Cameron another fifteen to thirty minutes She could collapse on the couch for half that ti up

Who was she kidding? She wasn’t a whipper She was a take-out orderer And that hat they’d do, which gave her almost thirty minutes to rest

Until the doorbell rang

She grumbled under her breath as she opened the door… and stared

A man in an Army unifore paper bag “For you, ma’am”

“What is this?”

“Dinner”

She looked behind her to see if Moirls, but Cameron was alone in the house “Did my mother order this?”

“No, ma’am There’s a note enclosed”

She took the bag from the man “Thank you”

“Yes, ”

The man turned on his heel and strode down the steps She scra for the note “Ca pitch today I’ dinner, here are all of your favorite dishes from La Cuchina Enjoy”

Like yesterday’s note, this ned, “Love, Alex”