Sasha

"Please tell me he's a meat eater?" her mother, Emma, asked.

"Yes, Norman likes meat."

Sasha sat outside of the office building, eating a sandwich. Norman was on a very important conference call. She made sure he had some lunch and decided to eat hers outside on one of the walls, watching the hustle and bustle of the city life go by.

"Good, good. I have no problem with people being vegetarian, or whatever they want to call it. Just not for me. A meal is not a meal without some meat."

"There are a lot of people who will disagree. I like vegetarian food. You should make the lasagna. Amazing."

She heard her mother's scoff. "Can you imagine me feeding Harold a vegetarian lasagna?"

"Nope. Dad wouldn't talk to you for weeks."

"Now that you say that, I may just make it for him."

Sasha started laughing. Her mother and father loved each other very much. "How much does he know of... my arrangement?"

"He knows everything, sweetie. You know I don't keep things like that from your father."

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