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>> Dinner Out <<

The restaurant hadn't changed at all over the years. Ghosts were everywhere. They were, to Marcus, in those subtle details which tweak old memories. Why does an old light fixture conjure the penetrating gaze of an old man seated in the shadows? A menu with inexplicable entries produced momentary flights of concentration and period. Though mysterious and shaded, somehow positive and reassuring feelings emanated from this place. It felt old, but it felt like home. "The portions here are so large. Maybe I can get a child’s serving," Mina, Mac’s wife, was muttering while frowning at the convoluted menu, "Maybe the osso bucco…" to which John, Shannon and Marcus all moaned, "What?" Marcus had his eyebrows way up, "Child’s portion of Osso bucco? What is that, a finger?" John was offering "toe" and going on about the kiddy special of the day, "Kids really dig the marrow!" "Those were not related thoughts you wise guys. And you, John, getting a Jamison and potato float?" "They have that? Where?" He feigned a menu search, then shifted, "By the way, Mac, Shannon said you needed funding for some project." "Which one? We have a never ending stream.." "I forget, which was it Shannon?" as she just looked blankly with a shrug, "Well, one of our donors gives regularly to orphanages in Ireland.."