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company had become everything to him. He had more money than he even knew what to do with, and he paid his staff generously. He was well-respected and well-loved by everyone.
    James tried to come over for dinner at least once a week. Lately,  it was starting to get more difficult. Simply put, it was because James felt guilty about the fact that his father was working so hard and he was  partying so hard. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that it was because he was still young. His father would understand.
    Martha came in and smiled at them. She always took so much pleasure in seeing the two of them together. “Okay, you two, dinner is ready. I made your favorite, James.”
                  “Really? You made lasagna?” James loved everything that Martha made but when it came to lasagna, she was the queen. James refused to eat anyone else’s but hers. He still wasn’t sure what she did to make it taste so good. She always joked and said she just added love, but he was sure it had something to do with the type of cheese she used. No matter what – it was amazing.
                  “Of course I did. I know you’re not making that yourself at home. Tell me the truth, James – are you cooking for yourself?”
    He looked at her sheepishly. “Uh… sometimes. But mostly it’s quick food or takeout. I’m sorry, Martha – you know I’m a terrible cook.”
                  “No, that’s not true. You can’t call yourself a terrible cook if you don’t even try. Now, what if I give you an easy recipe to take home? Will you at least try it?” She had her hands on her hips to prove that she meant business.
                  “I’ll try.”
                  “Oh, you talk such nonsense, boy. I know you won’t. You’ll be happy to know that I made double the amount tonight so you can take this home and have enough food to eat for the next two nights.”
    James went over and hugged her. “Oh Martha. You’re the best.”
    She laughed, “Yes I am. And don’t you forget it.”
                  “What’s the special ingredient, Martha?” he asked her, just as he always did.
                  “Love!” she said and laughed.
    She started to walk off and James’s father stopped her, “Aren’t you going to join us?”
                  “No. That’s okay. You two can have dinner together. I’ll eat in my room. Really, it’s fine. You two can catch up.”
                  “Nonsense. Set up a place for yourself at the table and join us. And you know I won’t take no for an answer, so you might as well just do it.”
    James laughed as he watched the two of them. They had this same argument every time that he came over. Finally she sighed and went to fetch her plate. But James saw her smiling, so he knew that she wanted to join them. And when the three of them sat together, it was like they were a happy little family. Martha was the only mother  he’d ever had. Afterwards, she handed him a bag filled with food and snacks and told him to come back again soon.
                  “I will, Martha. I promise.”
                  “And no more partying, okay? You’re a good boy, James. But I know that only your father and I can see that. The rest of the world sees you as a party boy who just wants to throw his money around. That part is true, too. But sometimes – let them see the part that we see, too. Okay?”
    Martha was the only person in the world who could put James in his place. He looked down at his feet and promised that he’d try harder. Then he kissed both Martha and his father goodbye and went home. He was feeling good when he got home, determined even to  try to make something out of his life. But the moment he got walked in, he got a message from Tom saying Meet me for a drink? The local? And immediately he forgot his resolve and went out.
    Tom was sitting at the same