Sandwichs

At the station a fifteen-year-old boy seated behind a lunch counter told me he could furnish me with ham sandwichs, cake, and ice cream. […] I did not like the complexion of his cakes, and his sandwichs had about them a venerable air.

He laid out a linen tablecloth and a few sandwichs from some bread, dressing, and beef.

From this distance the village looks even more impressive, with the château (once the feudal home of Monaco’s Grimaldi family) clearly visible, overseeing it all. Here we eat the sandwichs bought in the town […]. Like the French we don’t bother with butter on our sandwichs.

The sandwichs were good too. I'm not really a bologna eater but this was delicious in a unique way but the nagain it had help from some good old American yellow cheese. […] We’ll ^([sic]) I don’t want to bore you with my dinner but I had two full size sandwichs and one little Debbie snack […].

“[…] You had better grab something to eat before you leave and take some sandwichs with you […].” […] He bent down and kissed her on the cheek and just nodded and then went to the cook shack to retrieve Jeb and make the sandwichs.

And the only "care" I could offer was egg sandwichs and Lilly's unfaltering attention.