So she lifted up the cup to her lips and drank a sip of tea.  We were in a café, and it was mid-afternoon, on a Saturday.  The night before we’d both been out, with friends, and I’d stayed round hers, sprawled like a half-filled rubble sack on her couch. In the morning the tinkle of cups and the flittering of water noise from the shower had woken ( Read more... )