Not My Cup of Tea



Billie takes fresh mint, chops it up and sweeps it into the tea pot. To be honest, I thought she meant PG Tips. Do I complain? The atmosphere is strained already – I’ve failed to call her Sybil twice. I can’t wrap my head around it. She used to hate her name. But she’s an adult now, adults don’t have names like Billie. Apparently.

She hands me a mug. Unsweetened peppermint tea. I want my friend back. Billie liked sugar. Sybil drives me up the wall.

Uni hasn’t changed you at all.’

She makes it sound like an accusation.