Coffee, the angel's game



/files/u3/iStock_000007628238XSmall_0.jpg" width="283" align="right" height="387" />"When she returned with the steaming coffee, I had just read the last page. Isabella sat down opposite me. I smiled and slowly sipped the delicious brew. The girl wrung her hands and gritted her teeth, glancing now and then at the pages of her story, which I had left face down on the table. She held out for a couple of minutes without saying a word.



'And?' she said at last.



'Superb.'



Her face lit up.



'My story?'



'The coffee.'"



 



From The Angel's Game, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon



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