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Swedish Meatballs... (original drabble)

In God's Waiting Room we're attentive to each other; so, Willie invited us to join her for lunch.

As a nurse she was used to serving others. The Swedish meatballs were soft, small, and brown with a creamy (but deadly) mushroom sauce.

Sedated, Laxmi (our token vegan) nodded off first, then Kathi. I drank coffee to stay awake whilst Phil (a slow eater) seemed drowsy. Willie plopped meatballs.

When Willie served cherry pie, Slow-Phil immediately dropped dead. Cyanide acts fast.

Wille just laughed and then started to choke on a meatball.

Too bad no one's left to help, I croaked.

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