all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?
Sarah Addison AllenCoffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.
Sarah Addison Allen