You know I started looking for this part as soon as you said that you were going to post it.
She poured a cup of the evil-scented evening brew and leavened it with large dollops of creamer and sugar. Even with the extra flavoring and thinners, the harsh, acidic aftertaste nearly severed her tongue from its roots. She decided not to subject herself to the night shift’s highly questionable concept of drinkable caffeine ever again
You write pure poetry, as despicable as it sounds.
Another enjoyable part. Can't wait to see where the story goes from here.
Elisabeth
