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I Hate Tea
Based on a true story
The glass of ice-tea perspired in my hand. A smile hinted at my sister’s mouth. Her eyes beamed as she arched one eyebrow, as if daring me to take a swig of the leaf juice. Tea was never my thing. Seated beside my sister was the creator of the very concoction I was obligated to put to my lips. The woman’s hair curled down past her shoulders. Her globe shaped eyes seemed to stare through me.
I shifted my gaze to the right where a giant of a man sat observing me. His middle of the scalp hairline towered over me. I could see the bushel of hair up his nostrils. Suppressing a gag, my eyes traveled back to my sister. I chose to focus on the bridge of her turned up nose.
I was just going to have to do it. I knocked back the drink. The liquid passed my lips, icing my tongue and throat in lemon bitterness. A gag escaped. I coughed and sputtered as tea splashed my shirt.
Nothing could hide my squinting eyed, tongue exposed truth. I do not like tea. There was no way I could even fake a tolerance to it. I dabbed my dripping chin as a sigh escaped the woman.
The man lowered his head to his hand. Laughter erupted from my sister, her face reddening with each passing moment.
I blew it now was all I could think. Trying to make a good impression on the neighbors had failed.
