The old lady slowly brought the glass to her lips. She'd filled once, sipped and spat out the first cup claiming it was too cold. The second fill was meticulously orchestrated using both hot and cold water intermittently.
"Ah," she cooed as she drew a guzzle at a time, "perfect room temperature!"
I scoffed quietly and she didn't seem to notice. I would have laughed, but she would have viewed that as bad manners.
"It's better for the digestion, you know. No shock to the system either way."
I marvelled at how much joy she could derive from a simple cup of water, both pitying and envying her for it.
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I guess the people in my head wanted some 'outside time' lol.
I love it! It seems like the perfect section of a book where the main character is wrapped up in personal turmoil and everyone's life even seems much better or much worse than hers at the moment. I love those secret characters in books that play integral parts without ever really being part of the story! I love it!
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