When Jim was alive, other than wondering what to cook, I never gave dinner time a second thought. Now it's a bore and I hate sitting at the table all by myself. It makes me feel pathetic. I usually grab something quick just to fill the void and get it over with.
So, when Jane invited me out to dinner with her and Marty tonight, I jumped at the chance. And bless their hearts, they sure know how to make a person feel good. I never feel like a third wheel, even if it is Saturday night. I'm sure grateful they're my friends.
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