I tapped my fingertips against the table
to the beat of the dripping faucet. Drip-drip, tap-tap. My eyes gazed at the
television, but were focused somewhere far away. He sat on the couch, sipping
his coffee from the old chipped mug he’d used for years. We’d gotten it as
part of a set we were given as a house warming gift. All other mugs and
saucers had long since been broken beyond the might and wonder of superglue. He
sipped and watched me. Drip-drip, tap-tap. He rolled his eyes. I sighed.
Tomorrow was coming fast and we were well rehearsed.
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