"Any chance I can get some coffee?" I asked no one in particular.
"None made," Mathew said. "Your hair looks fine."
He got up and pulled the pot out of the Mr. Coffee and filled it part way with water.
"I can't believe you drink the stuff," he said.
"I started about thirteen. My mom called it cowboy coffee, lots of sugar and milk, made me feel grown up. Less sugar and milk now."