Sipping on the cup of tea Mr. Jeff prepared and slid across the table at me, my mouth filled with sweet taste and my tongue watered. Naturally, I preferred coffee but this tea was amazing; it tasted sweet and was filled with bergamot. I smacked my lips a couple of times before I wiped them with the back of my right hand and stared across the table at Mr. Jeff, with expectant eyes. My head still throbbed, but it was something I could handle till I made it home.
"I waited up that night for Lester," Mr. Jeff explained further, sipping occasionally on his cup of tea and giving sighs in satisfaction. Between us on the table, steam spiraled out of the mugs and "It was late. A little past midnight and I didn't even hear him scratching against the doggy door. I had no idea how he wandered out th
