286. Monica
Monica left bags of groceries on our doorstep. I was grateful; Sam was royally annoyed that his mother interfered. But it was better than enduring her legendary burnt pork chop Sunday dinners. I loved her warmth but not her cooking.
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Monica left bags of groceries on our doorstep. I was grateful; Sam was royally annoyed that his mother interfered. But it was better than enduring her legendary burnt pork chop Sunday dinners. I loved her warmth but not her cooking.