While walking past the seafood section at Whole Foods, I overheard the guy behind the counter tell a customer that the tuna steaks were sushi grade. Suddenly I missed Sara. If she were still here, I'd grill a big piece for us to share.

Sara was a fish connoisseur. She LOVED tuna but turned up her nose if it wasn't totally fresh. Once I brought home a little box of sashimi from a restaurant where I'd gone for sushi. She sniffed and gave me a disapproving look; apparently it wasn't up to her standards.
I hope there's fresh caught tuna in kitty heaven. And good catnip. And boxes of bank statements. I don't know why, but she was a huge fan of any kind of financial paperwork. I'll bet she gets reincarnated as an accountant!
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