Funny, I don't recall anyone cleaning up after our snack last night. The sink and counter are pristine clean and clear. I imagine that today I should get key copies made, but right now I am remembering that dad used to keep extra keys in the second kitchen drawer here. Yes, here they are and among the other household detritus that gets eternally stranded in second kitchen drawers I am counting four copies. One for the couple, one each for Carl and Francois, and one for Jesús when he gets here. If George or Jeffrey want their own they can get their own copy made as far as I'm concerned. Not sure how much coffee to make, since there is no way of knowing when people are going to get up.
"Are you making coffee?" says Francois from the doorway. He is just out of bed, sleepy eyed and wearing navy blue pyjamas. Not white. and now I am really beginning to wonder what happened last night...
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