Roger got his

coffee

in

ceramic

mugs. He understood why someone taking their coffee togo would defer to paper. What he couldn't understand were those who sat at the

cafe

drinking from a paper cup.

No way he was going to pay big bucks to drink coffee without his lips touching ceramic. That was like having

sex

with a

condom

. The only fool he knew, personally, willing to do either was

GabrielGreco

.

Roger was unaware whether the franchises like

Starbucks

even had ceramic mugs. If they did they would surely be unhappy with customers taking the mugs outside for a walk like he would do at the local cafe he frequented.

He even had two mugs at home from the cafe. He'd sometimes be walking around and end up feeling the desire to go home. Sometimes he'd want to simply not return to the cafe. In such times he'd bring the mug home, wash it and then return it to the cafe the next time he was there.

This meant he would only have a single 'stolen' mug at home at a time. It was unique that he had two in his sink at the moment.

Roger thought of the two mugs not out of some guilt he felt for screwing over the cafe. The owner wouldn't care that he had those two mugs. The wife might be mad, but what did that matter to Roger?

He thought of the mugs because he was replaying Elilah's visit. She had come over for the first time two evenings ago. And he had made them tea, served inside the two ceramic mugs he had accidentally taken from the cafe.