“What’s the point,” he began, as they climbed back into the car, “of drinking coffee if you’re going to dilute it to that degree?” Effy took a long, savoring sip. “What’s the point of drinking coffee that doesn’t taste good?” “Well, I would argue that black coffee does taste good.” “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that someone who drinks scotch straight would think that black coffee tastes good,” Effy said, making a face. “Or else you’re secretly a masochist.”

