I set the table before they could arrive. Their coffee ready and labeled. I placed the muffins for they needed sweetness to gossip bitterly.
I stood in the kitchen. After all, who likes to see the invisible maid?
Praising the brand, they sipped their coffees. I scoffed silently. An hour later they finished their coffee and left. I came out and declared, “that was their last cups of joe.”
The hostess took a sip of her tea and smiled to see her partner in crime. As I cleared the table, raising her cup she exclaimed, “excellent!” And I humbly bowed.
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