A few days later I was at the doctor’s office staying late. They’d had a staffing shortage and had asked me if I could work until closing just this once. I’d only had a boring economics class scheduled for that night so I had readily agreed, but the office had closed officially at five o’clock and it was now nearing seven. I was dead on my feet having been there pretty much all day.
I stepped into the break room to make sure the coffeemaker had been turned off when I saw Dr. Logan, Casey, pouring the last drops of it into a mug. He smiled at me, dark circles under his eyes.
“You look exhausted,” I said, surprising myself.
“I am. I think I’m finally done.” He took a sip of the coffee and made a face. “Gack, this tastes nasty.”
“What you need is a fresh pot. That’s been there for a while
