White Dog was heard alerting Steve. "Hang out the complaint department sign, the dissatisfied are massing."
Not one of the Coffee Club had a comment...not Roman, not Bailey, not Opal...until I reached Zsofia who waits at the end of the line. She sniffed and held her nose over the cup. Then she drew in a deeper breath before turning to look at me.
"I don't know, momma. Something is not right." She hovered over the cup. "It is not the coffee itself, but is dad trying to cut back on the cream? It seems a couple of splashes short of the usual mixture. The cup REALLY needs the missing moo juice; can we get some more?"