Just as Irene was giving her home a once over, the front doorbell rang.
"Hey it's me! I've got the perfect menu for Howie and the guys and the perfect wine for us!!"
Lise had several bags with her and her cooks assistant Denise, or Niecy for short.
"Hi, Miss Irene, how are you?" The women hugged as Lise dragged in a couple of bags.
"I'm fine...and sorry that you got dragged into this."
"No problem. I don't mind. I like helping out Miss Lisel."
"You don't mind the overtime and staying at Irene's house. I know you, honey, and I don't blame you one bit!"
"Ok, Lise, what's on the menu for tonite.
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