The Solitary Cook

Meg Barclay, just Sunday afternoon I was in my favorite corner of my favorite coffee shop, when I was unaware that I had laughed out loud at something I was reading. There appeared before me a good friend who was around the corner at her own table, but realized I was there upon hearing my laugh. I’m guessing that’s a better thing to be known for than other qualities I’ve been known for.

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