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you went to UCLA?" Abby was proud that she had recalled the initials. "Or was it the stories you mentioned?" |
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"Both." He took a sip of red wine from a goblet. "Myra did a lot of genealogical research on the Danzigers. Each night at dinner, she spun another yarn, mostly from childhood recollections of turn-of-the-century Pasadena, but sometimes throwing in more ancient history of the family contributions to L.A." |
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Hannah bustled in with a platter of steaming chicken mounded with vegetables. The food smelled heavenly. "My own recipe," Hannah said when Abby had taken a bite and remarked on its delightful, fruity taste. "I compete with Arlen's Kitchens or I'd never get to cook for Mike." She gave Abby a broad wink and hurried from the room. |
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Abby hardly noticed. Hearing of Myra's tales of family history, she felt on the brink of answers she craved. Spearing a Brussels sprout, she ventured, "Mike, you mentioned that Arlen Danziger was your ancestor. How were you related?" She placed the bite in her mouth. Its pleasant tartness in the fruit sauce was wonderful. |
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Mike shot her a look, perhaps remembering that she once had called him Arlen. "He was my great-great-something-grandfather." |
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"And you obtained recipes from him to start your restaurant?" |
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Mike laughed. "Not directly; from Myra. She'd read them as a young wife and updated them. But she never wrote them down. I followed her |
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