THE TALK
I’m half asleep when I feel my bed shake. My eyes pop open, and I’m staring up at Jeff as I break into a wide yawn. “Hey, did you just get home?” My voice is groggy.
“I made some coffee. Why don’t you have a cup with me?”
“Don’t you need to sleep? Coffee will keep you up.” I cover my mouth, yawning again.
“I caught some sleep last night at the hospital. It was slow.” He taps my shoulder. “I got cream and Splenda. Just like you like it.”
“Okay!” I stretch and yawn.
Moments later, I’m dragging my feet to the island. I spot two huge mugs, and Jeff is pouring black coffee in one. I slide onto the stool next to Jeff.
He glances up at me and sets a full cup with all the works. “There you go, Sis.” He pours his cup and sets the pot back on its plate. “You hungry?” he nods over his
