It was four in the morning after falling into bed at two, and I was wide awake. It didn't help that one of the new guys snored loud enough to wake the dead. Maybe after tonight, Father DiMarco could relocate him to another wing.
I gave up on trying to sleep and gave in to the urge to find a cup of coffee. I wasn't the only one. Father DiMarco was cradling a steaming cup. Jake was in the kitchen making biscuits from scratch. Color me impressed.
"You're making breakfast so early?"
"Morning, Teela. I couldn't sleep."
"Me either."
"The snoring?"
"No, I have monkey brain. I can't shut down. I thought I'd have a cup of coffee."
"That helps monkey brain?"
"Not at all, but it tastes good."
"I see. Priorities."
I poured a cup and mixed in a healthy serving of cream and sugar. "Need help?"
"No, I've got this. Keep Father DiMarco company."
It felt like forever since the good father and I chatted.
