At Church

A Quandary

Thursday Morning, 10:15 a.m.

My Grande Nonfat, No Whip Mocha has cooled.

I want to microwave it.

Between my office and the kitchen a large 12-step group is meeting.

There is a way around, and they are screened off for privacy.

But the kitchen end is not screened off.

And this group is Food Addicts Anonymous.

I contemplate the scone crumbs on my desk.

I decide to wait.

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