The frightening, curly-haired woman in front of us in the queue for coffee this morning turned around and screamed "boo!", but she really frightened us when she said she once "made a souffle, just to watch it fall."
The precious few waking minutes that Anna and I share on week-days we spend at the café. We see many of the same early-morning faces: the woman with the blue windbreaker, walking a handsome dog; the man who drives a pickup laden with ladders, and who sits outside to read and smoke a cigarette; the man with sideburns, who sometimes arrives on a motorcycle and sometimes in a van; the man who cannot control his yellow Labrador, the dog invariably following him inside with its tail wagging.