He trudged away, leaving the doors ajar.
It was the c***k of dawn and he was exhausted. Opening the icebox, John stared stupidly at the contents. His brain was catatonic. The sound of knocking startled him. John cursed.
“Who could that be?” Muttering obscenities, John closed the door to the ice box and crossed the living room.
He opened the front door and glared at the man facing him. Anderson’s smile was manic and irritating to John’s foggy cognitive state.
“What the hell are you grinning for?”
Anderson handed John a thermos of black coffee. “Welcome home!”
“I am not going to drink this; I’m going to bed.” John flopped down on the sofa.
“Sorry, no can do.” Anderson stood in the doorway, while John closed his eyes.
“Go away.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that buddy.”
John was bec
