Tina stared in amazement. Food covered every surface in the kitchen. Casseroles crowded the counter, loaves of fresh-baked bread in a pyramid, meatloaf and cold cut sandwiches crammed between the answering machine and the toaster. Pies on the only two stools. And flowers, dozens of flowers, pink and yellow and red and white and purple, overflowing the sink.
"Where did all this come from?"
Emily cleared off a small space next to a tupperware container of tuna salad and set down her purse. "The neighbors."
"We don't have this many neighbors."
"Well, the whole town. You know what I mean."
"Why?"
"So in our grief we don't forget to eat? Or I guess really so we're not burdened with having to cook after everything else we have to take care of."
Tina felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that only Emily had dealt with any of it.
"You hungry?" Emily asked.
They both stared for a moment, then burst into laughter.
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