...how quiet it is in the dining room when clients are eating their lunch. It's a sad quiet. Last Sunday, Joey had three large squares of cake to store, but they were too gooey for plastic bags, so I quartered them and put the 12 little squares on the serving shelf. Then I heard them—voices—strong voices—and individual:
"Cake."
"Cake."
"Cake."
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