Amelie awoke with a start to the sound of a young man ruining the only food in the cafe at the present time. She was sleeping quite comfortably despite the fact that she was in a cafe. However, she was annoyed with the noisemaker.
She gently shook her coffee cup. It was about half-full.
"Perfect..." Amelie thought to herself. She stood and composed herself, coffee in hand, and approached the young man who was cleaning the utter mess on the floor.
With a biting tone, she said, "You missed a spot," and dumped the lukewarm coffee onto his head. She crushed the cup and dropped it next to the wine bottle that lay in pieces on the floor.
Even after Amelie left, a sensation of tension and awkwardness filled the cafe.
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brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
