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"
Well
,
the
first
ten
people
every
morning
ran
out
of
coffee
.
"
"
Is
that
true
?
"
"
Sure
.
Say
,
I
want
to
thank
you
for
sending
your
drummer
in
.
"
"
It
was
his
idea
.
"
"
But
you
did
it
.
What
kind
of
coffee
?
"
"
Doesn
’
t
matter
.
I
make
lousy
coffee
no
matter
what
kind
I
get
.
"
"
Do
you
measure
?
"
"
Sure
,
and
it
’
s
still
lousy
.
Coffee
just
isn
’
t
—
I
nearly
said
‘
my
cup
of
tea
.
’
"
"
You
did
say
it
.
Try
this
blend
.
"
I
picked
a
can
from
the
shelf
and
as
she
reached
to
take
it
from
me
—
just
that
little
gesture
—
every
part
of
her
body
moved
,
shifted
,
announced
itself
quietly
.
I
’
m
here
,
the
leg
.
Me
,
the
thigh
.
Not
better
than
me
,
the
soft
belly
.
Everything
was
new
,
newly
seen
.
I
caught
my
breath
.
Mary
says
a
woman
can
put
out
signals
or
not
,
just
as
she
wishes
.
And
if
that
’
s
so
,
Margie
had
a
communications
system
that
ran
from
her
pointed
patent
-
leather
toe
to
her
curving
soft
chestnut
hair
.
"
You
seem
to
have
got
over
your
mullygrubs
.
"
