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Knives cut celery, carrots, potatoes, as water boiled, pasta steamed, and salad cooled.  Jubilant conversation and enticing aromas wafted from the small kitchen into every room of the small house.  The guests would arrive too soon, there was still much to do.  I have to start the grill, cook the meat, finish the salad, and clean up before they get here, he realized.  The doorbell rang, they were early.  It’s family, he thought hopefully.  They’ll understand.