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Andrea places a large pot of water to boil on the stove and begins to prepare the sauce. As she cooks, she sends Charles several pictures and captions them, “Guess what’s cooking!” Charles responds almost instantly, “Looks like pasta sauce. Are you making pasta?” “Are you sure you don’t want something more complicated?” she texts back. “I don’t want you to overexert yourself,” he answers. She takes spaghetti from the pantry and places it in the boiling water. The sauce is simmering on the stove, and the smell of ground beef and tomato fills the kitchen. The sauce is the soul of the dish and she wants to get it right. “Mrs. Hamilton, we can make you pasta if that’s what you want,” the cook tries to take Andrea’s place at the stove. Andrea stands her ground, but says nothing. She can