“ I’m not in a “ha-ha” frame of mind. I’m in an “ah!” frame of mind. ”
“Sometimes they’re the same, yah know,” murmured Bonnie, setting down an extra coffee in front of Ms. Blake.
She was on campus to turn in a term paper, and one of the baristas at her favorite shop had given her the second one for free. They’d botched the previous customer’s order. There was nothing wrong with the coffee, just the customer. She’d taken it, gladly. Content with her own cup but feeling she might need it. And lo and behold, her intuition was right yet again.
There was a pile of papers in front of the beautiful brunette. Essays, no doubt, which she was probably grading. Hence the internal screaming. Bonnie offered the older woman a small smile as she sat down at the table with her.
“If you don’t laugh you cry,” she said with a shrug, taking a tentative sip of her own coffee before musing, “No Edgar Allen Poes in the bunch?”
