She hung up, tossing the phone on the side table; it skidded off and landed on the floor. She didn't care and left it there. Anthony had picked at his peanuts and taken the bigger shell pieces off somewhere. The floor around the bowl was mysteriously covered in small bits of peanut shell. Far more than would be created by the few peanuts Anthony had taken. A moment, then it clicked. She had a very clever bird indeed. Good thing she didn't have guests over often.
Finally, slowly, she sat down in her chair. Her tea was steeped- over steeped, actually. Taking out the tea bag and putting it on the saucer, she took a long sip. Lemon Lift indeed.
She leaned back, determined to ignore the implications of her choice for the rest of the afternoon.
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