Four
Clarence Timmelsen tilted the coffee carafe toward Harold. “More?”
Harold shook his head and covered his cup. “Naw. Takes me too long to get to the bathroom. Sure is good, though. Better than down at the dining room. Theirs is like pee water.”
“The very reason I make my own.” Clarence filled his cup. “Coffee at prison was sludge. You didn’t need a spoon to stir sugar in, you needed a concrete mixer.”
Harold laughed and tipped his cup way up to get that last drop.
Old geezer. Wore his upside down American flag pin everyday. Did he have one for every shirt or did he take it out every night? Bet the nurse did it.
Clarence reached over and righted the flag.
“Bothers you, huh.” Harold tucked his chin down to try and see the flag. “I do that every morning.”
“What? What do you do eve
