Another sunny morning graced us in Florida, and the temperature had already reached ninety and offered some heavy duty humidity. Soaked with perspiration as soon as I climbed out of bed, I became irritated almost immediately.
Casey liked to be an early bird and enjoyed a cup of coffee in the shade and the Herald on the rear patio. He looked handsome in white shorts, a pink polo, and Spanish leather loafers that he had purchased in Barcelona the summer before. He placed the paper down on the table as I sat across from him with my own cup of coffee.
“How do you feel today, sleepyhead?”
“Spent. Last night murdered me.” I took a sip of my coffee, burned the roof of my mouth, and felt my head sting with morning pain, which probably triggered the notion that I needed two aspirin.
“What’s on
