Sarah suggested Chinese, but I have been having a hankering for a stack of multigrain pancakes smothered in boysenberry syrup. and Carl wanted waffles and sausages. Jesús remained politely uncommitted, so we are back again at the International House of Pancakes, also known as IHOP.
The pancakes are delicious, Carl hasn't complained about his waffle or sausages, Jesús is just digging into a cheese omelette with hashbrowns and Sarah's blintzes have just been placed in front of her.
Apparently", says Carl. Frida, John's widow, doesn't know yet about his death. They have just taken her off the respirator, but it might be a few days before they can tell her anything.
"How is your mom handling it?" says Sarah, digging her fork into her first of three blintzes.
"She was crying. She was asking over and over again why God would send her here then pile on so much misfortune. She is a very strong woman. it's hard seeing her so ...vulnerable...weak.
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