“vi 1 *** ONE A cappuccino cost me my life. I have only myself to blame, thinking myself even capable of starting a new life. Also, I blame my mother. She lured me to my doom. "Cyd Charisse, how many times do I have to ask you?" my mother had said into my cell phone as I traipsed down the stairs of my new apartment building in my new life in New York City. "Have you registered for a culinary school class yet or not?" Just like my mother, to send me off into the world on my own and th...en let barely a week pass before attempting to micromanage my every move from a coast away in San Francisco. "Soon, my little pretty," I promised. "I have more important business to take care of first." Like, go out for a coffee--then figure out how to execute the Plan for my new life. No civilized person 2 should be expected to go about the routine of their daily lives until they are properly caffeinated in the morning.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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