“Well, I’m glad I’m seeing you, Nic. I’ve been meaning to have you over for dinner. It’s been too long.” “That sounds great.” Sandy’s meals are the only home-cooked ones I get. “Good. We’ll get something on the calendar, then. In the meantime, take these.” She hands me the Tupperware. “The staff won’t know what they’re missing.” “For real?” There have to be a dozen brownies inside, but I’m not about to refuse. She smiles. “They’re rocky road.” Her rocky road brownies have been a favorite of mine since I was a kid, and because neither she nor Brad likes marshmallows, I understand that she made
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