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April 18, 2007
Since she was still under the weather the next day, her father and brother cooked dinner that night. Her brother had been a professional cook at one point in his checkered career, and her father had taught her everything she knew about cooking. It was a magnificent dinner, served on the good china with her grandmotherís ivory-handled silver and crystal wineglasses. As he watched her laughing and talking with her family, cold temporarily forgotten, he realized that she would always belong to them, not him. He shook off the thought, deciding that this would change over the years. It didnít.