MARDEA
Later that morning, I began to arouse from a dead sleep. As the haze of yesterday came to mind, my eyes slid over to Val. Obviously he’d been waiting for me to wake up. He sat relaxed in the chair by my window, sipping a fresh brew of coffee. With the sound of my sheets stirring, his eyes slid over to me. A cheery smile stretched across his face as he spoke. “Good morning, Rocky!”
“Mornin’,” I mumbled as I rose up on my elbows, spying his coffee. “Is there any coffee for me?” I almost salivated for his cup.
“Yep, a potful.”
“Well, where is it,” I said, a bit muddled.
“Oh! You meant do I have a cup for you?” Val attempted to play innocent as his eyes rounded. I glared at him, puzzled.
“I guess. I have to go get my own,” I said, feeling a bit pestered.
“I suppose.” He sipped, a
