Sunday morning.

It’s 9am. Brother comes over. Drunk already. Brings his dog.

He’s the sweetest dog. My brother treats him well.

He’s ranting. I’m getting ready for work. I make coffee. I only have enough beans for one cup. I make a cup for him.

I start my car. It’s 8 degrees outside so I’m letting it warm up. I come back in.

It smells like vodka. He’s spilled the coffee. I turn the T.V. on and brush my teeth.

I leave for work.

Sunday morning.