"How is it possible?" she asked after a brief pause. She purposefully did it."

Wills Waltson turned to face her, his voice a few decibels higher, "She did this on purpose?"

"You're the boss," she responded with a friendly smile. Will it appear that I'm snitching if I tell you these?"

"What the hell is going on?"

I'm not sure why, but if two of us were to pour water in the teahouse and then turn around to depart at the same time, we'd be too far apart to touch. "However, I have the impression that her coffee has already poured on me."

Wills Waltson slammed the steering wheel horn...