Morning came way too soon, Tara thought as the sun streamed through her east facing windows. After a quick shower, she dressed in skinny jeans, tee shirt and chuck taylors, threatened her hair with a brush and groaned her way down stairs. Cafe du Monde was just a few blocks over and she wanted strong Louisiana coffee and hot, sweet beignets more than anything right now.<br/><br/>The walk cleared her head and she greeted a street artist as she passed by the park. The crowd had not flooded the cafe yet, she was relieved to see. Passing the horses waiting patiently with the carriages, Tara waved at Charlie, the old Cajun banjo player. Cars were spaced far apart as she crossed the four lane street to the cafe and Tara could take her time. Getting ran over this morning was not on her to do list.<br/><br/>Thanking the waitress, she took her bag of beignets and the paper cup of steaming black coffee with her. The Ursaline guest house was full last night and at least four guests would be leaving this morning. The walk to the inn was quiet this morning. Only crumpled papers were scudding down the streets that last night had been teaming with tourists. This was another face to the Big Easy, and one she loved as well as the glitz and the pizazz.<br/><br/>She unlocked the narrow french door, turned the sign around to open and fllipped on the lights. Tara sat at one of the wrought iron ice cream tables, took out a beignet and opened the newspaper that had been waiting on the stoop.<br/><br/>On page four, a three line story remarked on the death of an unidentified man just two blocks from her apartment. What is new? she thought, turning to the astrology page. She scanned for her Taurus sunsign. Hmmm. What does this offer? she wondered. Don't get out of bed because you will blow out your flip flop on a pop top? This stuff is so dumb. Supernatural anything is such crap. She took a bite of the still warm beignet and had to roll her eyes up in her head. Holy shit, Batman, if an orgasm had a taste, it was warm, powered sugar beignets.<br/><br/>The bell on the door rang and Tara sighed, Another day, another dollar. Evening couldn't get here soon enough.