37Cecil was stationed at the closest coffee shop. The Tea-Pea.
It looked like a hairball vomited up by the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. Twinkle lights hung from the ceiling, and bright pink covered the walls. Cecil sat in a white plastic chair covered in fake flowers with a table shaped as a smiling clown face. Mickey Mouse danced on the television screen on a loop. The place felt like LSD for teenyboppers.
The tea served had enough sugar in it to give Type 2 diabetes to two sumo wrestlers, and the scones were covered in shells of caramel and chocolate.
Cecil wore a black hoodie, trying to conceal his identity.
There were girls, all under age ten, and all wearing princess dresses for tea with their American Girl dolls. Every parent complained about Cecil’s creepiness to the m
