She took the old cookbook off the shelf, read the title for the umpteenth time, Cooking for Couples, a wedding gift more than a half-century ago. She flipped through the dog-eared pages slowly, remembering. It had served them well when they were newlyweds and then after the kids had grown and moved on. Seemed like just yesterday. Fifty-five years. She set it down on the counter and picked up her newest purchase, Cooking for One.
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Edward Farber
Published books: Echoes of Clara Avenue, a short story collection, Looking Back with a Smile, humorous memoir, The Man on the Stairs, four short stories, and Baron & Brannigan, Book 1, a novel set in the 1890s.Visit www.EdFarberAuthor.com.
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