ANDY
“You’ll have to tell me where to find decent coffee around here,” I said. “I love Rosie's, but the coffee is comparable to gasoline, I noticed.”
“Absolutely. That’s because Rosie and Harold have been slowly handing the reins over to their son, TJ. He likes strong coffee and shortcuts to profit. I’ll also tell you which vending machine at the laundromat steals your money and which one occasionally gives you two snacks for the price of one.”
“Now that’s valuable information.”
“See, I knew I liked you already. Kindred spirits through petty snack theft, and sniffing out the good java beans.”
We were still laughing when another woman emerged from the adjoining treatment room, carrying a stack of patient files.
“Blake, come meet Andy.” Mallory called over.
Blake, the clinic’s other v
