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Edison went to the clinic after he came back from the town around noon. Not a single patient had walked inside the door. When it was about dinner time, he left the office and walked home with the cake and one pair of silk stockings. Fiona was cooking in the kitchen when he got home. The tempting smell of chicken permeated the air. “What’s for dinner, mom?” “Wash your hands first. Dinner will be ready.” Fiona could not hear him clearly as she was busy preparing the soup. She had roasted a chicken for tonight’s dinner, which she seldom did for the family. “Son, what’s this?” Fiona noticed the cake that Edison had placed on the table. She wiped her wet hands with her apron and opened the bag. "I went to town this morning and bought you a strawberry flavored cake, your favo