January
High tea at the British Tearoom in downtown Seattle was an event that required planning, the right apparel, and a hearty appetite. It started with a fruit cup and crumpets swimming in maple syrup, through tiny watercress and salmon sandwiches, whose crusts had been cut off, slipped into petit fours too rich to even count, while scones and cream made certain the calorie count reached an all-time high. Chloe sat across from her husband and thought quite clearly, I'm going to throw up.
Since that would definitely kill the mood in the tearoom, she excused herself, hurried to the nearest bathroom and promptly lost most of what she'd just tucked down with relish. Rinsing her mouth with water, she considered her still jumping stomach and thought just as clearly, I'm nauseous, queasy, bu
