Sidney put down her cup. Teatime ended too soon. She would have drained out every little drop sip by tiny sip, yet in doing so her tea would have become cold, and if there was one thing that the infinitely sweet and patient Sidney Butterfly could not tolerate, then it was cold tea.

Rising lethargically, she trailed over to her kitchen sink carrying with her the freshly used teacup. Washing dishes was one of her favorite pastimes. Unfortunately, she hadn’t felt like eating the previous night n...