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The Initiation

By Belinda

I got home from work two nights ago to the appetizing smell of something delicious cooking downstairs.

Tori popped up a few minutes later to borrow our Parmesan cheese.

"Sure," I said, handing her my Costco sized square plastic bottle of fine cheese.

Later on, Brenda returned the cheese.

"Thank you for sharing your "post-best-before-date" Parmesan cheese with us," she said.

"Oh, no, I didn't realize," I said, and checked, relieved to find that it was only one month past the date; a few more months to go yet! :)

Kevin had asked, "It'll be all right, won't it?"

And Brenda, who grew up with me feeding her, confidently assured him that it would be. :)

He has survived initiation.


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