“And what are you going to do this morning?”
“Hell, I’ll buy you a cup of coffee. How about it? I’ve been reading the papers in bed and now I’m damn hungry.”
“I’ve just had three breakfasts and two extra cups of coffee on top of all that.”
“Well, stick around and make yourself at home. I may have to get an okay before I let you go. You seem like a good egg at that.”
“What was the trouble last night?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t,” I told him.
“Well, you should.”
He moved around with easy grace. He put on a pot of coffee, stuck his head in the bedroom door and yelled, “Hi, Babe.”
A woman’s sleepy voice called, “Who is it?”