Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Forty-Six
That came faster than I thought.
I tell him that I want my half-hot-water-half-coffee but that I need to eat breakfast before I do. But I’m not hungry. But I want the half-hot-water-half-coffee. But I’m not hungry.
One corner of coffee cake.
It’s coming together.
Path of least resistance.
Trying not to roll my eyes.
He tells us about the time he worked at Don Giovanni and how he had an hour-long lunch break and went to the bar and got drunk, but that he went back to work to finish his shift. The managers told him he was drunk, but he told them he was fine. I’m just trying to hide my horror while I fumble with the menu.
He tells me that the rain is supposed to come hard and heavy tonight and that he’s going to open the fire road in case the base of the hill floods.
Not my problem.
I miss them.