The coffee pot was briefly considered as an object that would nicely connect with my head before Betsy reconsidered and carefully set it back down. Life had advantages from being a Mormon. Betsy was a suspicious woman and knowing my abhorence of the drink, she thought twice.
Not that I don't like coffee. I love it. Well loved it before I found a religion I felt a connection with. A difficult part was giving up my daily energy booster but I found other ways to cope the last 2 years.
"Now Betsy. Is that really any way to treat a long lost friend?" I smiled.
She snorted, "By friend if you mean someone who goes away for 4 years and never returns any Christmas cards or Birthday letters, yes."
"My dear friend. You know I never forgot about you. I just... have a tendency getting involved."
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