Chapter 50. Family Tree
"What's coffee?" Quess asked softly, looking over at me, and I shrugged, my eyes wide. I had no idea. "I've heard of coffee mugs, but…"
"Shush," I whispered, waving my free hand at him. I didn't
want to miss a thing.
Besides, I had a pretty good guess that the term "coffee mugs" was some sort of holdover from before the End. I was guessing that we had run out of coffee-a beverage, I was assuming-but the word had lingered.
"I do-I kept some squirreled away. Do you think when everything settles down out there, our descendants are going to go out and rediscover coffee?"
"I don't think about those things," Ezekial said as Lionel disappeared off-screen. I looked over at the shelves where he would be standing, and saw an electric kettle, the varnished edges co
