Sat 12 Nov 2005
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The day was crawling past. Anna’s shift had started at eleven; Tuesday and Thursday mornings were for study group. She would be on until six, then it would be thesis work over takeout. Probably Chinese — there was a decent place on the way home — but maybe Italian, if Jeff stopped by and brought something from Leo’s.
She dropped a mocha off at one of the sidewalk tables (Sylvia, she noted; usually a latte drinker — what’s she celebrating?), wound her way back inside, and thought about calling Jeff. He usually had band practice at eight, so her manicotti was riding on whether his boss would keep him late. She glanced over at her purse before deciding against it. When in doubt, choose independence.
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As someone who has recently lamented that the bulk of her “in print” page is articles and essays, I appreciate the addition of fiction to your blog.
As a connisseur of frou-frou coffee drinks, I’ve really been enjoying the cafe scene, nodding my head when something you’ve written reflects something I’ve experienced.
Just thought I’d tell you.
I don’t get to participate in the real “cafe scene” nearly as much as I’d like. Maybe I can justify spending more time at Jammin Java in the name of research… yeah, that’s it!