No, but it’s almost as bad as that. I need to calm down, Hannah. Do you have any chocolate?” “You’ve come to the house of endorphins, the source of the Dark Chocolate River, the heart of the Milk Chocolate Valley, and the foothills of the White Chocolate Mountains.

Chocolate’s not seasonal. It’s good any time of the year. Chocolate’s like oxygen. It’s elemental.

Conversation over coffee tended to be candid and invited confidences.

Two dates in one night – not bad at all! Hannah’s frown changed to a grin as she lifted the lid and dropped her very favourite five-year-old pair of Nikes inside.

Thunder sounded again, low and rumbling like the growl of some predatory beast. Hannah.

Minnesotans who bought scenic art usually avoided winter scenes. Hannah didn’t find that surprising. Minnesota winters were long. Why would they want to buy a painting that would constantly remind them of the bone-chilling cold, the heavy snow that had to be shoveled, and the necessity of dressing up in survival gear to do nothing more than take out the garbage?

Next to coffee, chocolate was her favorite aroma.

Good Friends are like sunshine. A day is gloomy without them.

M onday morning came earlier than Hannah anticipated. It arrived at four-thirty in the morning when she rolled over on what felt like small boulders in her bed and discovered that Moishe had brought her the contents of his food bowl during the night.

I can be nice on occasion,” Mike said.