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The girls are playing in their room, Neil pulling a late shift at the shop, and for now things are pleasantly quiet. He's got the radio on - some station that plays a mix of things, currently running through a block of what sounds like early twentieth century jazz.
Mike leans back against the counter, looking at the ingredients spread out on the one opposite. He has a glass of Malbec in one hand, and he thinks that this is almost like a parody of a life he never thought he'd have.
Except with it all laid out like this, ritual and procedure, it reminds him a little of something else. And that reminder isn't something he shies away from anymore. Instead, he smiles.
in other respects, that his life looks like this now makes all the sense in the world.
Mike leans back against the counter, looking at the ingredients spread out on the one opposite. He has a glass of Malbec in one hand, and he thinks that this is almost like a parody of a life he never thought he'd have.
Except with it all laid out like this, ritual and procedure, it reminds him a little of something else. And that reminder isn't something he shies away from anymore. Instead, he smiles.
in other respects, that his life looks like this now makes all the sense in the world.