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When Shelby got home, Drew had set the table and he was standing in the kitchen over the stove. The smell in the house smelt amazing and Shelby's mouth began to water. "I'm home Drewy!" "Just in time for lunch, Shelbs." "What are we having, Chef Drew?" "Today's lunch is chicken marinara pasta, with garlic bread and a small side salad." "Chicken marianera pasta? You've never cooked this for me before, Drewy." "I know I haven't. I forgot how my mom made it so I called her this morning and asked her." "How are your parents doing?" "Mom is fine. She just got back from an art event in Paris and my dad well, he is the same as always." "How is his health, Drewy?" "Mom said it's still the same." "So the doctors still haven't figured out what is causing his heart problems?" "Unfortunat