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They clinked coffee cups in a toast to a job well done

“Must you two be so loud?” Josh’s mum complained as she came into the kitchen

One side of her hair was spiked out froainst it Her yellow robe rapped tight around her and she hunched over as though standing was almost too difficult

“Somebody needs coffee,” Mitch said out of the side of his mouth

Josh tried not to laugh It was teiven hier She never showed any sympathy for self-inflicted illness—especially illness of the hangover variety

“Coffee, yes” She walked gingerly to the dining table, assu her a cup

“I’ll get it, will I?” Josh poured her a cup

“What was it you used to tell us about restraint, Mrs Mac?” Mitch was definitely in an evil n of

“Obviously I’ Josh held out “I was mature I don’t have a clue what I ari ones”

“I’ll get you some”

“Bless you,” shethe coffee

Josh came back with a bottle of pills “We need to talk about Dad”

“This is not the best tied for the painkillers

“There’s never a good tiue back, or run away I’e”

He pulled out a chair beside her at the table