It's morning and Stoney has slept in the chair again. "Starting to wonder why I even have a bed.", he mutters.
Slowly getting up, he tests each leg for viability and stability. He's got a bad taste in his mouth and feels like he wants to shave his tounge. "Too much whisky.", he whispers to no-one in particular.
Yesterdays coffee was still on the stove. Thanks to evaporation it was stronger than usual.
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Fully awake now, he makes fresh coffee. Checking the ice box, he pulls out bacon, sausage, some steaks that Brazos had brought and eggs. No buscuits this moring. Don't have the energy.
Within 30 min he was back on the porch with coffee and a plate full of cholesterol.