He sits down across from me. "Taking a break?"
"I can't."
"What's wrong?"
"Where I am sitting right now, this is where I found my Dad the day he died. This is the first time I have sat in this chair since except last night at supper with you guys.
"You must really miss him."
"No. He's still here. I feel him with me right now."
"Would you like me to cook breakfast?"
"Sure please. I'm making French toast. The eggs and milk are already in the mixing bowl. There's lots of time, they won't be arriving for another hour, maybe let's just sit for a bit longer here."
"Can I pour you some more coffee?"
"It's almost all gone."
"Okay. I'll make some more", says Carl, getting up...
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