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Raguel makes coffee carefully.
He measures out the beans in a cup but adds a few extra just to be sure it’s strong enough. It’s the usual blend, but in his opinion the stronger the better. He grinds them all up in an ancient manual grinder, smiling. Pours them into the filter, enjoying the rich scent, and pours boiling water over it all so that the liquid turns dark and air bubbles up from the tiny spaces between the grounds. He waits until the screaming stops. Funny, you’d think the grinding would have taken care of that.
The steady routine keeps him focused, and focus is good. It feels like he’s much more in control than the alternative, which is always like a long, screaming nightmare. Sometimes he’s the monster in the nightmare, and sometimes he’s the one being chased. He opens the sugar canister.
There’s a square, wooden G in his sugar bowl.
He looks at it for a moment, then picks it out and throws it across the room where it embeds in the opposite wall.
And now, the measurement of the sugar. Very important.
His fingers tremble a little on the spoon.
He measures out the beans in a cup but adds a few extra just to be sure it’s strong enough. It’s the usual blend, but in his opinion the stronger the better. He grinds them all up in an ancient manual grinder, smiling. Pours them into the filter, enjoying the rich scent, and pours boiling water over it all so that the liquid turns dark and air bubbles up from the tiny spaces between the grounds. He waits until the screaming stops. Funny, you’d think the grinding would have taken care of that.
The steady routine keeps him focused, and focus is good. It feels like he’s much more in control than the alternative, which is always like a long, screaming nightmare. Sometimes he’s the monster in the nightmare, and sometimes he’s the one being chased. He opens the sugar canister.
There’s a square, wooden G in his sugar bowl.
He looks at it for a moment, then picks it out and throws it across the room where it embeds in the opposite wall.
And now, the measurement of the sugar. Very important.
His fingers tremble a little on the spoon.