Her eyes felt sandpaper-ish as she felt around on the side table for her phone, nearly knocking over her wineglass in the process. “Okay, okay, okay,” she muttered to the insistent ringing. “Hello.” “Hi, Mom. It’s Joseph. Did I call too early?” “No, no,” she said, sitting up in the recliner as she looked out at the dim sky. “Is everything okay? What time is it?” “It’s a little after six. You’ve always been an early riser so I thought it would be okay to call.” He paused and then chuckled. “Oops. I forgot your class reunion was last night, wasn’t it? So were you out all night?” “No!” she said with a giggle as she shuffled into the kitchen. “It was a lot of fun, but I wasn’t out late. What about you? Have a hot date last night?” The scent of the French roast coffee aided her still sleep-muddled brain. At work she served coffees, teas, lattes, mochas, espressos, but at home, she preferred a simple, fragrant cup from her good old Mr. Coffee coffeemaker.
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