Room of Her Own

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The pages of the cookbook fell away as she leafed through it. She was vaguely aware of Jim Lehrer’s newsman’s timber coming from the corner of the kitchen. The television always reminded her of a hospital room, the way it was affixed high on a swivel platform, hovering above everything. “Take it off the counter. Make room for your cookbooks,” Jeff said. The television was the only thing he requested of the new kitchen and the only thing in which he ever took an interest. She didn’t care much at all but kept it on anyway. The nuggets picked up were enough to keep the conversation going on her daily walks with the ladies.