Loren and Morgana were seated at their ornate breakfast table drinking their morning chicolet. It remained a beverage Loren found wanting. The finely ground nuts when boiled produced a dark brew, but the flavor was bland and like so many foods and drinks it left him thirsty or hungry for something else. Morgana, however, drank huge quantities and had given orders to the kitchen staff to always have a pot ready to pour into her silver urn. He laid aside the selected verses from the Way Book Readings and noticed idly that Morgana had a large hair growing out of her chin. Grey streaked her once dark hair and she had grown noticeable heavier. Not that he could fault her on the grey hair. He had streaks of it himself and his sideburns were completely white.
He studied his wife. She had grown s
