“Thank you.” The Emporium was able to open the next morning, the storm having ended sometime during the night. The mayor had lifted the ban on driving, and the MTA, however briefly before the next storm, was running. With delays. Of course. Max was over an hour late getting to the shop, but frankly I didn’t mind. I had been sitting in my office, staring at the black computer screen when he came in. “It’s not meant to be interpreted as a compliment,” Max continued as he tried to fix his hair after taking his winter cap off. “I know, but seeing as I feel worse than shit—” “A tapeworm in cat crap,” Max offered helpfully. “Yeah, sure. Anyway. The just shit is a compliment.” Max turned and pointed at the counter. “I brought you a coffee.” I looked up with what was certain to be a pathetic smile, because Max suddenly looked so concerned. “Thanks.” I stood. “Neil?” he guessed. Not that it was hard. I wished I had some minor aggravation to complain about, like the water heater in my apartment building broke, or the college kids who lived above me had a party until four in the morning.
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