By Paul Alan Fahey

“Emily, you made it!” Oliver reached for her hand, and then kissed her on the cheek.
“I can only stay a short while. Leonard asked for his nightly coffee, and wouldn’t you know we’d run out. Danziger’s carries what he likes, and it’s quite a jaunt from here.”
“Let’s walk a bit then.”
“It’s Ethiopian, very hard to find.”
“What is?”
“Leonard’s coffee.”
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