Carol is sitting at the table near the window, she’s thinking I might be late this morning. Meera and Joan strikes up a selfie pose for Carol. “The weather this morning is too cold for Betsy … she wouldn’t start, had to walk. “I’m squeezing myself into the selfie posture.
“I ordered your latte, Olive.” Carol knows I like my latte made with skim milk. She’s nonchalant.
The door swings open … a guy wearing construction hat, big work boots and heavy winter jacket walks in with a female transit employee. They’re giggling like little children. The guy buys her a coffee and a croissant. They exit into the chilly morning, still giggling. I turn my attention to the women at my table. “What is the topic of discussion this morning?” My smile is curious.
“My son is home from Afghanistan.” Meera says.
Let's have coffee 