The Coffee Shop—DAY
As Andrea talks in her red dress and pillbox hat, she shakes her coffee across the table at me. The hot liquid splashes all over me.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I demand to know.
But she continues telling a story. About what, I am not sure anymore. It is largely in French and I am too miserable to dedicate a neuron to the translation.
It is probably about the bunny rabbit she had as a girl back in France.
It is usually about the bunny rabbit she had as a girl back in France.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I ask again as she drones. But she does not tell me what she is doing or even acknowledge the question. Besides we both know the question isn’t about the splashing coffee but everything. Anyway, she thinks it’s funny and orders a second blue mug which wholeheartedly throws in my face.
I am scalded. I jump up and shake her by the shoulders.
“Why the hell are you doing it?!”
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