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  • Black Coffee is a 1931 British detective film directed by Leslie S. Hiscott, and based on the play Black Coffee by Agatha Christie featuring her famous private detective Hercule Poirot. It starred Austin Trevor as Poirot with Richard Cooper playing his companion Captain Hastings.
  • "Black Coffee" is a song. The music was written by Sonny Burke, the lyrics by Paul Francis Webster. The song was published in 1948. Sarah Vaughan charted with this song in 1949 on Columbia. Peggy Lee first released her version in 1953.
  • Black Coffee is a 2005 Canadian documentary film examining the complicated history of coffee and detailing its political, social, and economic influence from the past to the present day.
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  • are small tables typically placed beside couches or armchairs. Often lamps will be placed on an end table.
  • Usually bought in pairs, they accent the style of the coffee table or other furniture. Usually placed at the end of the sofa, it is a very important piece of a living room set.

Low on spending money for the rest of the month, John and Anne thought it’d be a good idea to find work. It would only be for a few weeks and their trip would start soon. Since the holidays were coming they anticipated a rush of seasonal jobs to be available even with the poor economy. They stalked about it in the living room while watching TV on a Monday morning. The volume was on low. The channel was showing re-runs of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. The episode where it’s revealed that Geoffrey was a shamed former marathon star in England. “I don’t want to work in retail,” Anne said. “That’s fine. I wasn’t considering it. How about being a barista at the campus coffee house?” “No. I’ve been there once and I’m not going back either. I want to do something fun. Or interesting. I don’t want to slave away. What’s the point?” “Money’s the point.” “We’re not broke enough to be desperate yet.” She leaned all the way back into the bean bag chair until it looked as if her shoulders had disappeared. Lhasa came from around the other side and curled around her feet. “I have an idea,” John said. He leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees. “Do you know the studio on Q St.?” “You mean the one by that salon, what’s the name...Sally’s?” “Yeah,” John said. He lifted his cup of the end table and had a drink. Lately, he started adding sugar and milk to his coffee because of his upset stomach. It had been bothering him for weeks so he held back on the black coffee and drank less in the evenings. “What about that place?” Anne said. “I was thinking we should apply there.” “A photography studio?” She smoothed the hemline of her dress and came back from the folds of the bean chair while scooping Lhasa into her arms in one continuous motion. She stroked the cat underneath its chin. It turned its head up and closed its eyes. “What’s wrong with that? They’ve a ‘Now Hiring’ sign on the front window and I think we’re competent enough. It’s just pictures. We’ve taken plenty of them for Ray, Doris and most of the other people we know.” “At parties and dinners and things like that. There’s a difference.” “What’s the difference? Don’t be so down on ourselves. We basically live across the street from that place. Everyone thinks ours photos are nice. It’d be perfect.” “Don’t be so naive. There’s a huge difference.” “At least we can try hm?” He got up and opened the blinds. “What time is it?” “It’s ten.” “I didn’t realize we’re up so early today.” John and Anne cobbled some prints together from Costco. They printed twenty 8x10 sized pictures on lustre paper. The pictures were from their personal collection of friends, scenes, animals, landscapes, and other ephemeral things that caught their attention in the past few months. In order to maintain some professional distance, they did not include photos of each other even though it was these photos that they valued the most, personally and aesthetically. Along with their resumes, they placed everything into a box made out of beech that had a sliding tray and brought it with them to the studio. It was like high school again when they had gone business to business, door to door, dressed in the same clothes they wore to homecoming dance and looking for summer jobs. From the outside, the studio looked shabby. There was a sign that said “1 Hour Photo. Passports and Portraits.” Green chairs with metal legs were lined along the front of the store and the adjoining wall to form an L shape. The counter sat within the rest of the room and had a glass display filled with film boxes - Fuji Sensia, Reala, Velvia, Kodak PortaPro. The colors on the face of these boxes were faded from too much time spent in the sunlight that came in through the open door of the shop. They were only for show since John figured that it had probably been over half a decade since film was last used in here. The green on the Fuji boxes especially, were now a milky ocean gray. The shop keeper was a middle aged Vietnamese man, who introduced himself as Vincent. He had thinning hair which was combed over the top of his head. He laid the photos on the counter and looked through them. Some of them, he rearranged. This annoyed John a bit, since he spent most of the morning finding a certain order in order to hint at a narrative. “Besides Ray, no one can read your mind. I think only you and him can see the connections that you're trying to make,” Anne said while patting her blouse down with packaging tape to remove lint. She didn’t even bother to turn around and watch him sift through the pictures. Now they were all mixed up. After some time, Vincent put his elbows on top the counter and rested his cheeks in his hands. He sighed. John could not tell if the he was disappointed, bored, or for recalling some old sentimental memory. Maybe he was just relieved to be done with the pictures, so that he could usher them out and return to his computer screen behind the counter. “Look at the photos along these walls,” Vincent s
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