Four Asian women sit around a high-table, speaking a language I do not recognize. They have bought the mainstream American brew of tea, and clink little white porcelain teacups together before laughing and sipping. It’s fascinating really. Somehow it feels like they’ve created for themselves a niche where they can talk fast and talk about interesting subjects–I know because their eyebrows raise and the tone of their voice changes rapidly–among a group of coffee-drinkers. More like coffee-house-dwellers.
Four Women and Tea