Journal entry 21
For
the first time since Evelyn died, I risk going out to eat by myself, and pick the Black
Angus Restaurant. We came here maybe twice a year to celebrate something,
even if it was just being together in our struggles. Ev would have the
prime rib while I ordered the sampler platter. I order it again tonight and
savor the chicken strips, potato skins, and the fried zucchini, aware all the
time that no one is sitting across from me.
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