Something was… off. The tea was supposed to have herbs and spices, but this just didn’t taste right. Coriander usually went with orange spice decently well. Maybe the problem was the sage. Yeah, there was way too much sage in this tea.
Brittnee sippped the tea, trying to pretend that it tasted good. After all, she was trying to heal things with Cindy. Complaining about her homemade concoctions was not the best way to mend fences.
“How’s Sally?” Brittnee asked. The surest way to make a mother forget a grudge is to ask about their little monsters.
“Oh, she’s wonderful. The doctor says she’s in danger of obesity, but I think she just likes to eat. Let the child be happy, you know?
She’s going to enter kindergarten this year. We’ve been careful not to teach her anything like letters and numbers because we don’t want her to stand out from the other kids.”
Dumb. “That’s very forward thinking of you. You wouldn’t want her to be different from all the other dum.. pling dears”
Cindy squinted at Brittnee. Crap. She should have just kept her mouth shut.
“How’s your tea?
“Very good, thank you. It’s very interesting blend of spices.”
“Yes, I came up with it myself. I usually blend it for Max and myself when one of us gets constipated. Loosens everything up perfectly.”