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figure is different. This time he’s in full astronaut gear complete with airtight helmet and
bulky oxygen tank, sitting in the diner at a table piled high with food. I’ve made miniature
banana split sundaes, blueberry pancake stacks, scrambled eggs, toast with butter and
marmalade, bacon, milk shakes (strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla), cheeseburgers, and
fries. I’d wanted to make curly fries but I ran out of time and had to settle for just regular
fries.
“There he is!” Mr. Waterman exclaims. He clucks at the scene for a few moments and
then turns to me. His merry eyes are a little less merry than usual. “It’s just wonderful,
my dear. But how will he eat all that scrumptious food with his helmet on?”
I look back at my astronaut. It’d never occurred to me that he’d want to eat the food.