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 HOOKER: Bear, have you thought about what you're going to do when you decide you need help on a few things?

BEAR: What I need help on right now is eating. I hate cooking. Meal delivery seems a little spendy. I eat a lot of meals you can microwave. Breakfast is best. Jimmy Dean sausage and gravy! It's really good. Or McDonald's drive through, Eggs and Sausage McMuffin. But by and large, my meals are not very healthy. Liz would be appalled.

HOOKER: I have a plan for addressing this situation.

BEAR: What's that?

HOOKER: There must be fifty independent living retirement facilities in the Portland area.

BEAR: My brother's in one. He's not terribly fond of living there.

HOOKER: Hear me out. I toured one the other day and it ends up if you tour around noon, you get a free lunch. Here's the plan. We do coffee on Tuesdays, one week at your apartment, the next at mine. How about each Thursday we tour a living facility and get a free lunch?

BEAR: A free lunch every week?

HOOKER: You got it. Bear, we could do this for a year, there's so many of these places. Meeting the needs of old farts like us is big business!

BEAR: Free lunch for a year?

HOOKER: Incredible, isn't it? We might even find a place to move to later.

BEAR: When do we start?

HOOKER: What's wrong with the day after tomorrow?

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