“Here,” Mrs. Landshome said, handing Sasha a steaming cup of coffee during recess. “Drink this. It’ll fix all your ills.” “Thanks!” Sasha said. “Just what I—” She paused as the unmistakable smell of hard spirits wafted up from the cup, making her eyes water. “Mrs. Landshome, did you spike this coffee with alcohol?” “No,” the old woman said. “I spiked the alcohol with coffee. It’s the better way to do it.”
