She spread her books all over the kitchen table so it would look like she’d been working, then got hamburger meat from the fridge and quickly made two patties and put them on to cook. Hamburgers and fries would put a smile on his face and fill his tummy at the same time. I never did understand the concept of chopping up meat just to form it back into the same shape again. Tara grinned, as she slid the skillet onto the stove. “You’re so right, Millicent. It is weird, but I promise you, hamburgers are good.” I once had escargot in Paris. That was good. “Eww. So wrong. Aren’t those snails?” Anything spoken in French tastes and sounds better. Oui? “No thank you to snails in any language,” Tara said. She reached for the salt and pepper, doused the burgers liberally, and turned down the fire before getting a bag of frozen french fries out of the freezer.
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