A Nice Roast Every Sunday Comments

Bill would come every Sunday to his mother's house after a tough divorce. He'd bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he'd devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him. Afterward, he would watch martial arts on TV. He didn't talk much but Beverly was happy every minute he was there. She was lonely the rest of the week. She could hardly wait for Sunday to come.

Beverly is 83 and buying that roast every week took a chomp out of her pension check. But as she has told herself many times, Bill is 52 and has child support to pay and payments on his new condo.
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