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room? Did she simply not care? Surely Hannah's enthusiastic greeting did not mean that she approved of the situation.
"Good morning," Abby replied, glancing at Mike for guidance, but he was again reading his paper.
Hannah asked, "Would you like coffee? It's vanilla nut decaf."
Abby tried not to look puzzled. Coffee she understood. Even vanilla and nutbut in coffee? And what was decaf? But she did not want to appear stupid. "I'd love some," she said.
Hannah grinned. "I'll bring you a bagel and cream cheese, too." Abby also wondered what they were.
As Hannah left, Abby looked at Mike again. He lowered his newspaper, and Abby wished she knew what he was thinking. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" he said.
How could he speak of the weather when so much was left unsaid between them? But Abby followed his lead. "Is it always so pleasant here in the morning?"
As they continued to discuss the climate, Hannah bustled out once more, a filled tray in her hands. The bagel turned out to be a roll with a hole in the middle. Cream cheese was just as it sounded. And the two together were a delicious combination. The hot, flavored coffee was most pleasing to Abby's nostrils and palate, too. And there was orange juice, tasting as though squeezed fresh from the fruit that was so rare and exotic in her time. Its container was similar

 
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