What we have here is a lovely bit of fluff, perfect for poolside or beach.
On What Grounds, by Cleo Coyle, is a cozy mystery revolving around and in a New York coffee house. Up until page 105 anyway, where drinks orders are being taken in the coffee house. We came to a shrieking halt right there. And, I quote:
"Double tall cap, get the lead out!"
Sixteen-ounce cappuccino with decaf.
Decaf.
A shudder ran through me as I glanced up and saw the wane, (Typo note: do you think she means wan?? Wane being a verb?) pale, overanxious face of the man ordering the decaf.
Okay, I'm sorry, but decaf drinkers annoy me.
Expectant mothers I can understand, but lifelong decaf drinkers give me the creeps. They're usually the sort who have a half-dozen imagined allergies, eat macrobiotic patties, and pop Rolaids like M&Ms when their acid reflux kicks in from anxiety over the Chinese restaurant's delivering white instead of brown rice."
