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Day 38, Saturday, September 27
Saturday morning feast for the family: Omelets with mushrooms, onion, green pepper, tomatoes, a little basil, a little oregano. Potatoes and onions sautéed in just water—that actually works. Fresh-squeezed orange juice. Homemade bread with honey. Everyone sufficiently bloated.
Amanda showed up a little before ten.
“Nice tie, Petey,” she said, giving it a tug. It’s Peter’s and my compromise—whenever he’s my waiter he can wear a T-shirt and shorts as long as they’re clean, but he also has to wear a tie. This morning he had on the one with blue and green frogs all over it. I think I gave that tie to my dad when I was about five.
“So how’s my replacement doing?” Amanda asked.
“Excellent,” I said. “He doesn’t really have your eye for decoration, but he’s
