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       You are Family!
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: January 6, 2020, 9:09 am
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       Zia and Marion stared at the menu, a part of their ritual and a
       break after the long lunch line on Wednesday:
       LBD Lunch 9/9/20
       Main Line
       Turkey Spinach Wraps
       Corned Beef on a Bun
       Tuna Swiss Melt
       Scalloped Ziti
       Green Peas
       Herbed Carrots
       Cold Bar
       Cole Slaw with Pineapple
       Gezpacho Salad
       Apple Sauce
       Fresh Fruit
       Assorted Baked Desserts
       Specialty Station 1
       Burger Bar
       Specialty Station 2
       Extended plant Protein for Salads
       Happy Hump Day!
       "Blech..." thought Zia who was ready to slink off and get a
       burger. "Zia," a male voice called out. Zia looked up to see
       Laurence his nails now featuring a red and white manicure, his
       smile bouncing with his light brown curls.
       "Is it really that interesting?" Laurence asked.
       "It's more like depressing," Zia replied.
       "I agree. I mean it's not like home."
       Zia did not think much of her home's cooking but then again, the
       cook was kind of tone deaf when it came to food. It was edible
       if the cook was competent, but so was the food in the convent.
       One tried not to make too big a deal of food. Having Thousand
       Island dressing on the salad bar and mealies from time to time
       was fine.
       "Who's this?" Laurence asked.
       "This is my roommate Marion. She's from Texas."
       Marion smiled and Zia introduced her to Laurence. "This is
       Laurence who goes to my church on Sundays. He plays the piano
       and sings."
       "Not professionally," the boy demurred.
       "If you sung professionally you wouldn't be here," Marion
       retorted.
       "True," sighed Laurence. So what are you going to get for lunch?
       "Baked tofu, gezpacho salad, and a big bowl of Chinese noodles.
       I know, real healthy."
       "You like tofu?" asked Laurence.
       "I enjoy torturing myself," Marion answered and took off. Zia
       shrugged. Laurence smiled. "Want to eat with us?" he asked Zia.
       "If my roommate can come."
       "Of course she can."
       Laurence had several male friends and two girls Zia had not yet
       met. All of them except for one of the boys was in tenth grade.
       Zia and Marion at the table, brought the proportion of
       freshpeople up, so it probably made the younger boys more
       comfortable. One boy had purple tips in his hair which was
       shoulder length like a girl. The boy made Zia think of Michael
       Jackson for some reason. Michael Jackson had been amazing if
       troubled. No one at the big table by the window seemed troubled
       today.
       Zia told herself that meeting Laurence was a sign from God when
       it came to not switching churches. She could follow her
       conscience. "My friends are there," is sometimes the best excuse
       in the world.
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