Just One Minute More

"Shit! It's almost 4. I need to start supper."

But you've worked so hard on this, and you've got such a good idea-

"Yeah, but Jack's working late again, and he'll be hungry."

You've got plenty of Hamburger Helper in the pantry.

"Jack's not crazy about Hamburger Helper."

No, but he'll eat it-he likes the beef stroganoff kind okay.

"Do I even have any of the beef stroganoff? I thought I bought crunchy taco last week."

He eats that, too, and it only takes ten minutes to make it.

"Do I have any salsa to spoon onto it? He doesn't like it much without the salsa-"

Yep, there's half a jar in the fridge. There's even one of those pouches of spanish rice, that you stick in the microwave for 90 seconds.

"Well...I guess you could call that a halfway decent meal-"

Sure it is. And you can't just leave Holly Springer stuck in this story without a satisfactory conclusion."

"HONEY....It's me, Jack...I'm home! I stopped at Ming Tao's and picked up chinese for our supper."


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