Alice

“disposal." I said nothing. "I know this is hard, Dante," he said, taking my arm. "But stay strong. You can do this." But I still missed his smile. His red and tired eyes told stories his mouth refused.  Staring at the cooling coffee, I pucker my lips and ease the bitter glory into my tongue. My love affair for coffee is an old one, and each year I desire a darker, richer, fuller blend. In”
― Matthew Turner, Tick to the Tock