Francois suddenly gets up and empties into the sink what is left in his coffee mug.
"Had enough?" say I.
"I suddenly want to go back to sleep for a while", he says. "The coffee is good, by the way, so don't get hurt about my dumping it. I just need to get back to bed for a while."
I can hear him climbing the stairs and Carl, suddenly solemn and thoughtful, says, "My fault, I guess."
"Don't blame yourself. We have been through quite a night. My dad's robe looks really nice on you."
"Thanks. I like it. may I keep it."
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
We seem to have nothing further to say. Carl quickly sucks back his coffee and says, "Mind if I go back to sleep for a while?"
"This is your home, Carl. Go back to bed..."
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