in the tall room look all the way up at the rafters above the gallery. There is a dog barking and another one clicking toenails on the wooden floor.
Last night's three glasses of Southern Comfort and two glasses of beer impair the ability to get up.
Get up anyway, and talk to the owner of the flat with the high ceiling in the sitting room. He has made coffee and fed the dogs. His wife had left earlier to attend to a relative in the nursing home. Now he makes a poached egg on toast. He had learnt how to do it yesterday and he is a master today.
The dogs start to bark and the brother arrives.
More coffee is made and more stories told. Stories of older eras, both men are remembered as children.
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