CHAPTER 3: Black Coffee
"Hey Teresa."
"Hey Caitie."
"Caitie!" Her boss screamed. He marched up to Caitie. "Your late. Again."
"I know sir, I'm sorry. I"
"Don't feed it to me. It's always the same excuse. Your son was this, your son was that. Ms. Roth,
you need to learn to stop blaming your son for your faults. If you can't handle working here, than you
need to go. Now, I'd like a cup of coffee. Black."
Caitie starred as he walked away. Teresa came up behind her. "Jerk." Teresa said. "Come on. Let's
go make his coffee."
Caitie smiled at Teresa as she caught on to the crafty tone in her voice.
"He wants black coffee." Caitie smiled slyly.
"It'll still be black!" She said with an innocent tone in her voice.
They walked over to the counter, and as Caitie poured, John's, (her boss) coffee, Teresa lit a
cigarette. She smoked it a little bit and then walked over to Caitie who was standing with the coffee.
She stould in front of Caitie blocking the view of everyone surrounding them.
Teresa held her cigarette over the coffee, and gently hit it against the cup. They watched the ashes
fall into the black drink, and Caitie took it over to the counter and stirred it with a spoon.
She took the coffee over to John and handed him the cup. After he took it, she quickly walked back
to Teresa and they watched from behind the counter.
He took a sip and made a face. "Wow that's strong!" He said, and the girls laughed to themselves.
"Hey Teresa."
"Hey Caitie."
"Caitie!" Her boss screamed. He marched up to Caitie. "Your late. Again."
"I know sir, I'm sorry. I"
"Don't feed it to me. It's always the same excuse. Your son was this, your son was that. Ms. Roth,
you need to learn to stop blaming your son for your faults. If you can't handle working here, than you
need to go. Now, I'd like a cup of coffee. Black."
Caitie starred as he walked away. Teresa came up behind her. "Jerk." Teresa said. "Come on. Let's
go make his coffee."
Caitie smiled at Teresa as she caught on to the crafty tone in her voice.
"He wants black coffee." Caitie smiled slyly.
"It'll still be black!" She said with an innocent tone in her voice.
They walked over to the counter, and as Caitie poured, John's, (her boss) coffee, Teresa lit a
cigarette. She smoked it a little bit and then walked over to Caitie who was standing with the coffee.
She stould in front of Caitie blocking the view of everyone surrounding them.
Teresa held her cigarette over the coffee, and gently hit it against the cup. They watched the ashes
fall into the black drink, and Caitie took it over to the counter and stirred it with a spoon.
She took the coffee over to John and handed him the cup. After he took it, she quickly walked back
to Teresa and they watched from behind the counter.
He took a sip and made a face. "Wow that's strong!" He said, and the girls laughed to themselves.