WEDNESDAY
1
"It's called what?" Abe said, frowning down at the froth-filled cup Jack had just placed before him on the counter.
"Chai," Jack said. "They told me at the coffee shop it's very in."
"What is it?"
"Gal said it's an Indian thing."
"Indian as in the subcontinent?"
"Right. Told me it was tea with milk, plus sugar and spice and everything nice."
All true. The woman ahead of him at the coffee shop this morning had ordered a chai and he'd asked about it. He'd figured what the hell, try anything once. Anything to give him a break from thinking about Tara Portman and Gia and Duc Ngo, and all the possible interconnections.
"I got you a skinny."
Abe's frown deepened. "A skinny what?"
"It means they use skim milk instead of regular-'cause I know you're watching your waist."
Yeah, Jack thought. Watching it grow.
Abe continued to stare at the cup. It seemed to have mesmerized him. "How do you spell it?"