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Made Brewster pigs in a blanket tonight before leavin’. Boy, he just ate ‘em up.

No thank yous, no yum-yums. Not a peep. Man is silent as the grave. But if farts were flattery, honey, he would be Shakespeare. Then I get home and I make him breakfast. Eggs and bacon and buttered toast. I butter the man’s toast, Elisa. Both sides… As if he were a child… And I don’t get a “thank you.”