No one speaks because we are all waiting for the coffee to express itself. When it does, Gile gives us a voice.
“Have you noticed how everyone is intrigued by unusual noises, even the dog?”
Bill considers the dog. It’s true, her ears picked up at the sound of the coffee pot bursting into life and now her head is tilted towards Giles.
Waiting.
I can wait no longer.
“Smells are stronger,” I say. “Fresh cut grass, someone’s perfume, caffeine .. these will turn your head. A sound only touches your ears.”
“Caffeine isn’t a smell,” Gile replies.
“Bullshit!” Mary is livid. “Money doesn’t grow on trees you know.”
“And beggars can’t be choosers,” retorts Jane. “Take it, or leave it.”
Mary looks at the flowers on the table, they are pretty after all but she needs paying for her time.
“I have to eat. Poppies, thistles and honeysuckle won’t do.”
“There’s an orchid in there too, it could fill you up,” Jane points to the flowers and turns her attention back to her sewing.
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