Holt was going in for what is delicately called "a procedure" tomorrow (something like :oscopy), so he couldn't have any solid food. So he had to content himself with the (life-saving) hot chicken broth Barbara cooked up on Sunday, and some peach jello.
Barbara had a hamburger with fried onions, and hoped that the savory smell of meat wouldn't drive Holt mad. It didn't, but we didn't linger over the meal either.
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