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Kitchen Angel
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I was eighteen and had just moved into my first apartment. He was
hanging on the kitchen wall that first morning when I went in to
make a cup of tea. "Don't let the water boil on and on like that",
he said, startling me. "And loose tea is so much better than those
bags." He never answered questions (like, How did you get here?)
and no one else ever heard him, but I learned to cook with his advice,
was guided through mid-night feedings when my son was born, and was
consoled by his company years later when I was alone again.
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