“Tea?”
She took the cup, and proceeded to attempt two things at once.
“You might empty the dregs out.”
She humoured his fussiness.
“I have something supremely interesting here.”
“Meanwhile, the teapot is taking liberties. Inside the cup, my dear Gertrude!”
He had often seen her try to read a letter and fill a cup at the same moment. Sometimes she emptied the contents of the milk jug into the teapot, mistaking it for the hot water.
“Dear, dear!”
“It is rather difficult to concentrate on two things at once.”
She passed him the cup standing in a sloppy saucer.