Joe Kovac Jr.: The endless salad and breadsticks were on the way, but the margarita arrived first. Deborah Monroe had dreamed about it. Now here she was, about to take a sip.
She licked her lips twice, squeezed a lemon and moved in.
She was parked at the table in her wheelchair, her chin even with the glass's rim.
She recalled the last time she'd had a margarita. She'd been alone at a Mexican restaurant. It was her 55th birthday.
But Tuesday evening she was among friends, dining with social workers and caregivers who've looked after her for years.
The meal was her dying wish.
Go to Olive Garden, order steak and, by golly, drink a margarita.
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