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The Price of Grace
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Burt stood in front of the food truck and frowned. “Are you telling me that I can just sit down and have a meal and it’s not going to cost me any money?”
“Absolutely.” The woman pointed to the food truck and the picnic tables set up in the small empty lot. “The meal is free, and you are welcome to sit down and have something to eat. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.” Burt took a deep breath. “Is that turkey that I smell being cooked?”
“There is turkey, potatoes, carrots, and homemade pumpkin pie.” The woman smiled. “It does smell good, doesn’t it?
“Absolutely.” The woman pointed to the food truck and the picnic tables set up in the small empty lot. “The meal is free, and you are welcome to sit down and have something to eat. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.” Burt took a deep breath. “Is that turkey that I smell being cooked?”
“There is turkey, potatoes, carrots, and homemade pumpkin pie.” The woman smiled. “It does smell good, doesn’t it?

