From "The Broker" by John Grisham, © 2005 by Belfry Holdings, Inc.
It's dark out and Teddy Maynard, the director of the CIA, is on his way to the White House...
p. 6: "As the van moved along the Beltway at a constant sixty miles an hour, Teddy sipped green tea poured from a thermos by Hoby, and watched the cars behind them."
At the White House, he continues to sip tea, then they leave...
p. 19: "Hoby poured another cup of green tea, decaffeinated now because it was almost midnight, and handed it to Teddy, who was wrapped in a blanket and staring at the traffic behind them."
Days later, Ms. Javier is summoned to Teddy's office for a briefing...
p. 91: "She entered his "station," as he preferred it to be called, and once again found him parked at the end of a long wide conference table, sitting high in his jacked-up wheelchair, bundled in blankets from the chest down, wearing his standard black suit, peering over stacks of summaries, with Hoby hovering nearby ready to fetch another cup of the wretched green tea that Teddy was convinced was keeping him alive."
WRETCHED green tea?
Sheesh.