The older man shook his fingers toward the terrace, like he was ridding them of excess whiskey.
She nods, blushing, and – her stomach clenching again – she hurries herself out of the café. Back across the street, Minnie lets out a high, squeaking bark when she sees Janice come out of the coffee shop.
by Kevin Legge
He was certain that he was heading for another ulcer to match the one that he’d gotten twenty years ago for bottling up his emotions. No more anchovies or beer for me, he told himself. Doctor’s orders.