21“Remind me not to fall asleep in my desk chair again.” Peg grimaced as she stood up and rubbed her neck. “My chiropractor is getting a call from me today for sure.”
The coffee maker was bubbling away on one of the desks. I sat in the chair in front of it and watched the glass pot fill. The trickle of black liquid became a steady drip, and the drip gave way to one last drop.
Lifting the pot by its black plastic handle, I filled two chipped cups with steaming coffee. Both white cups were stained brown inside and emblazoned with the Polish Fly logo of a housefly playing a pierogi-shaped accordion.
“Cream and sugar?” Even as I asked, I saw that neither was in plain sight.
Peg shook her head slowly, looking miserable. “If you want sugar, I think there’re some packets in the drawer.
