Her look suggested I’d asked her to move to Yemen “I’m not throwing this out.” She placed it gently on a nearby table. “I’m keeping it”. “It’ll melt, brainiac.”

Rose plopped nearly busing tray back on the rack. I love you, Mike, but I worry about you. This tea belongs to Daniel Otis, Daniel Otis.

That’s going in the freezer. And I don’t care if they make a pay for this glass, also. She laugh, while she writes on a piece of paper.

Announcing,

Just how disturbed they are. Doubles the portions. Depart us from them all. Leads us, and along with something much more deeper to stand up to.

Little do they know.

Daniel Otis.

Will always be apart of this family celebrity tea. Give away. Working tomorrow. Sipping on iced peppermint tea. Stars and Celebrities.