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She rubbed her hands on a red and white checkered cloth as she headed back into the kitchen, walking slowly across the freshly mopped floor. The microwave beeped insistently until she reached over and pulled the door open, releasing the scent of hot, wilted green beans, yesterday's vegetable reheated. Sliding the cloth deftly under the glass dish, Kate carried it across the kitchen to the table to join the meatless lasagna. The last spring sunlight was streaming across the table in low shafts tinged with red. She pushed past two chairs to stand by the window, looking at nothing while she ran over plans for the weekend in her head.