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April 19, 2006
She looks at me straight in the eye, through my sunglasses. "You helped me and I won't forget it."Her gaze doesn't waver. She means it. A crooked smile appears on her face and the moment of seriousness passes. "You want my coffee? I don't think Mary was expecting it to be switched again."She offers me her cup. "Don't think it's decaf."
I hesitate for a moment, wavering. It's offered, not taken. I reach for the proffered cup. My fingers brush lightly against hers, then I'm holding it and pouring the still-steaming coffee into my no longer empty cup.