Thousand: Four Hundred Forty-Six

the coffee?” Bernie says. The man frowns. “Sugar! No! No sugar.” “Oh,” says Bernie, wanting to ask why then the coffee tastes so sweet. It is coffee, isn’t it? He looks into his cup. Whatever is in it looks like coffee. He lifts it to his nose. Smells like coffee. He takes another sip, a tiny, tiny sip. Rolls that around on his tongue. Sir has finished his serving of egg already and is slopping at the bowl of water. When he got out of bed, Bernie put on clothes that had been laid out for him. Jeans, a soft