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Spoons, Nudes, and Tuna Casserole

Spoons, Nudes, and Tuna Casserole

I glanced at Jackie’s kitchen clock shaped like a frying pan. Twenty minutes till I had to exit the warmth—literal and figurative—for my unheated house. I wanted to soak up every second. Jackie’s Uncle Louie Kistner, only a few years older than we were, shuffled the...