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Monday, October 09, 2006
When twenty-something ladies, ages seventeen to seventy-something descend on a tea room it is not a soft cackling that is heard; it is rather more of a roar... until the food arrives. Then there is dead silence.
But though there is no soft cackling there is definitely friendship felt, laughter lavished, teasing entwined, joy juggled, and sorrow shared. There wasn't even much real tea sipped; I'm afraid most of the ladies ordered sodas, and some even went for the pumpkin coffee. But, really, coffe, coke or Earl Grey all lead to the same thing-bonding. There was plenty of that.