THE GRASS IS GREENER
McQueen
Was My Valley 3
KAREN
MERCURY
Copyright © 2013
Chapter
One
Winterhawk Village
“But there’s coffee right here,” Sasha
said.
Her friend Jane insisted. “No, I like
the coffee in the Atrium better. The coffee here in the ballroom is so
watered-down. It’s just like dirty water.”
“Since when are you so interested in
coffee anyway, Jane? Over-caffeinating can lead to insomnia, dehydration, and a
dangerously fast pulse.”
Why did Jane look so irritated? Maybe not enough caffeine. The two
friends hadn’t seen each other in a year, when again Sasha had flown to meet
Jane at a conference where her politico husband was speaking—that time, in Palm
Beach, Florida. “I just like the taste,
Sasha! Can you please just go? Get
the coffee that’s in the Atrium patio, outside. Yeah. That stuff is better. Here’s
some money.”
“I don’t need your money.” Sasha was
only trying to be polite, but now realized it made her sound like a rich snob. Still,
she pushed Jane’s money back at her. A little dance ensued, each woman shoving
paper bills at the other. Jane had a scary, determined, steely look to her
eyes, as though this damned coffee meant life or death. Sasha was confused and
concerned.
