Though it had been over twenty years, Marjorie could well remember the first time she had seen Trixi Potter. Like most people, the first thing you noticed about her was actually what you heard from her. Trixi Potter had the loudest, most contagious, most heartfelt, belly deep, delighted-with-life laugh, you had ever heard. It was … Continue reading Coffee at No. 10: Part Five: A Friend in Need, Is A Friend Indeed!
The next morning, at barely 5am, and far, far too early, Marjorie woke in a strange panic, pulling herself out of bed as if she’d been caught in an undertow. She felt disoriented and fragile. Had last night, driving home, the old Hudson building, all been a dream? But there was the slip of paper on … Continue reading Coffee at No. 10: Part 4: Order the Classic Combo: Coffee with a Friend
The shared life of thirty five years had ended with breathtaking suddenness. Going from couple to single had made Marjorie Dashwood a walking amputee. Slowly, very slowly, over four years, she had learned to walk and function with one leg. Until nighttime - as evening closed in with frightening claustrophobia in so silent a house. … Continue reading Coffee at No. 10: Part Three: Percolating
At sixty years of age, Marjorie Dashwood should have been settling in. Instead, she was launching out. Perhaps it had been the proverbial midlife crisis, striking a few decades late. Perhaps it was some latent unrest, some drive, pushing aside reason and convention, and common sense. One should be protecting the financial nest egg for…broken … Continue reading Coffee at No. 10: Part Two: More Grounds
Was it enough? Jane Austen and delicious, fragrant, coffee? A Cozy fire crackling softly in a small fireplace, a comfort against cutting wind and the gun metal skies of long winters. Pie in generous wedges, flaky, tart, sweet. Chairs that embraced. Lighting that enhanced. Mugs that fit comfortably in your hand like a favorite pair … Continue reading Coffee at No. 10: Part 1: The Grounds