everyone ate sweets
I sipped Tia and Java
my kind of cookie
The dinner was cleared away and the desert was served. I tried, but could not.
whispered to Marvin, our marvelous waiter and he brought me my desert.
The only real desert for me is not some overly sugared confection, but a
crystal glass of amber ambrosia named Tia Maria with a steaming cup of
black coffee chaser enhanced by stimulating conversations with an
interesting group of people that I am so fortunate to work with.