My littlest sister has moved on from her cowboy phase to indian herbalist. I have already had perfume made of rose petals and lavender and something else that while I still don’t know what it was it didn’t kill me, so I think I should be fine… hopefully. Yesterday’s concoction was something else altogether though. She came and asked me if I would like some mint tea while I was studying. Thinking she meant the stuff in the tea bag that you keep in the pantry I said yes. Twenty minutes later I was given a pinkish sweet smelling fresh tea with some odd little dark lumps in the bottom. I took a sip and realized B was still standing there looking at me curiously. “Do you like it?”
“What is in it?” I asked a little concerned.
“Well, you can definitely taste the cilantro. Right?”
I am just waiting for the day I ask and she says, “one teaspoon full of arsenic,half a teaspoon full of strychnine, and just a pinch of cyanide for taste…”