She gave a short cry of shock. I turned around to see her mouth open in amazed confusion and her arms outstretched, a cup in one hand. When she selected a cup from the shelf for her morning tea, she did not expect it to shower her with coffee. Her coral shirt that looked beautiful against her pale skin and curly dark hair was soaked. I reached for a cloth from the sink as she went for the paper towels. My apologies were met with her reassurances the coffee wasn’t hot and there was no harm. Together we knelt to
