A Morning at Olive
Posted by: Sam McLeod in Misc Stories, Food on Feb 07, 2011
I arrived at Olive this morning and settled in at my table. I'm here most mornings for coffee and the temptation of jam-topped biscuits. I don't get the biscuits anymore. But I look at them.
Bob and Horace are at their table-same table every day. Bob brings his Bible. He drinks a latte and munches a cinnamon bun while he lectures Horace. Horace drinks chamomile tea and mostly listens.
Sarah, Gertrude, and Meg sit on their sofa-same places every day. Sarah has coffee and a raisin-walnut scone. Gertrude eats grapes and drinks free water. Meg has a cappuccino.
Scott's in his chair-same chair every morning-drinking his coffee-black.
Ron sits at the table at the top of the stairs-the one surrounded by stools-eating one of those biscuits I told you about. Sometimes Ron sits at the table next to mine, but not today.
Ron is sort of unpredictable.
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