“Hello Mr. Cutcher, how are you this evening?” he could tell there was a smile on her face because he could hear the smile in her voice. He didn't bother looking up from his cup of coffee at her as he thought about what to say to her. A tiny part of him found it both rude and amusing that he had called a nurse so that he could talk to her because he couldn't find his dairy as if the nurse was a replacement dairy. That idea gave him pause, why don’t he just talk to her as if she was his replacement dairy. His was missing after all, but he generally had a tough time starting his diary entry on most days anyways. “I see you bought some coffee” she continued and this time, it was the sound of a chair being moved around. He was tempted to take a look because there was no chair in his room and i
