Along Came a Spider


I think I’ve solved a mystery. Or at least identified the victim in a mystery.

One morning a few years ago, I walked into the kitchen and, as usual, met all the dishes I had not washed the night before. Among these was my favorite teacup: a jumbo “breakfast” size Royal Duchy pattern so wide it holds twice the volume of an ordinary teacup. The cup was still half-full, and was still that warm palomino color you get when you dollop whole milk into black tea—call it buff or wheat or maybe a golden caramel. And on that lovely richness floated…


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