Except right there, to the left of the machine, is a small notebook that wasn’t there yesterday. I pick up the small green book, and something thick and foreign settles in my throat, something I can’t swallow down as I read the words scrawled over the cover. Lennon’s Guide to Making Coffee The tightness in my throat expands to my chest, pulling it taut as I flip through the pages, directions on how to use the machine, recipes for different drinks. He’s even added a section that tells me which cereal pairs best with each drink.
That’s it. I knew I loved him but man do I LOVE him.
