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chicken I’ve ever tasted,” Candace says.
    â€œWait, pineapple juice?” Peggy asks.
    â€œRight. And a can of Coke. In the slow cooker for six hours.”
    Whenever Candace is making a point, she stops talking in complete sentences. What would take the normal person two or three sentences at the most to say takes Candace forty-seven fragments.
    It makes transcribing her home studies a joy.
    â€œMorning, Paige.” Peggy smiles sweetly at me. I love Peggy to death. Since my mom lives two hundred miles away, Peggy is basically my second mother.
    â€œHi, Paige.” Candace waves. “Any messages?”
    I hand them both their stacks of voice-mail slips and tell them good morning.
    â€œI don’t know, it sounds awfully sweet,” Peggy says to Candace as they walk down the hall.
    â€œOh, but it’s so good. And I just scooped a little of the broth into a pan and thickened it up with cornstarch for some sauce.”
    â€œI’ve never had good luck with cornstarch,” Peggy says.
    â€œThe trick is to put the cornstarch into hot water. It has to be hot. Boiling hot. Like lava. Except water.”
    Like I said. Home studies are a joy.
    I spend a good chunk of the morning responding to e-mails. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my e-mailing days. We get e-mails from people all over the world, thanks to Mark’s nephew who decided to create a website for the agency. It was for one of his computer classes at school, and he did a great job making it all fancy and professional. He just failed to mention that we can only do home studies for people in Texas, preferably in the Dallas area.
    I’m sorry, we are not currently staffed to perform your home study in Canada , I write in an e-mail.
    I really need to get ahold of Mark’s nephew and ask him to show me how to add a sentence in the “About Us” section.
    The other thing I need to do is go to the grocery store after work today. My lunch break will be spent driving to Sonic for a quick hamburger or something, because I looked in my freezer for a Lean Cuisine or something to eat today and came up with nothing, except a frozen-solid bag of green beans.
    And while that sounds nutritious, it doesn’t really sound tasty.
    â€œHey, I’m going to Sonic for lunch,” I say a little while later, poking my head into Mark’s office. “Want anything?” It’s a dumb question. Mark is a Sonic freak. He thinks their tater tots will be served in heaven alongside a Route 44 Coca-Cola.
    He looks up at me from his desk. “Sure, let me get you some cash.” He digs out his wallet and passes over a ten dollar bill. “Can I get the number two with tots?”
    â€œCoke?”
    â€œDiet.” He nods.
    Mark’s funny that way. He will order the most calorie-packed meal in the restaurant and then a Diet Coke. At that point, it would be better to just go ahead and get the Coke and only eat carrot sticks the rest of the day.
    â€œOh and Paige?” he says as I leave his office. I stop and poke my head back in. “How are things coming on the banquet?”
    Every year, our agency throws a huge banquet as a fund-raiser to help some of our clients who can’t afford the legal bills. It really is a great thing we do and one of the biggest reasons I wanted to work here.
    It is scheduled for the end of February. “So far so good. I’ve got three speakers lined up, and a news team from KNJO is coming to do a special on it.”
    â€œMusic?”
    â€œI’m going to be listening to three different bands this week,” I tell him. Two I have already picked out as potentials for the banquet. One is a band that Layla wants to go listen to and see if they will be a good choice for her parents’ anniversary party. But after listening to a few samples on their website, I think they might be good for the banquet as well.
    Two birds and one stone. Or two Oreos and one cup of milk. Or three