Even when they go to the Grand Canyon Alice is on duty. She's scrubbing pots
in the river in the desert heat. POTS? I guess hamburgers are no good
camping. Not when Alice can make braised veal shanks "osso Buco" in POTS.
You just know if Cindy unzipped her tent on a whim at three in the morning
and demanded eggs florentine and pain perdu, Alice would snap to a groggy
attention.
What's the alternative? Getting beaten like a rented mule by Mike? Getting
thrown out on the street with no 401K?
Sleep now Alice. It's all over.
- James
Est'd 1969
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