Ripley Under Ground
“Annette’s tap at his door. She brought his cup of black coffee.
“Good morning, M. Tome! It’s a beautiful day today!”
The sun was indeed shining, a fantastic change from yesterday. Tom sipped his coffee, letting its black magic creep through him, then he got up and dressed.
Tom knocked on Chris’s door. There was still time to catch the 9:52 train.
Chris was in bed with a large map spread against his knees. “I decided to take the eleven thirty-two—if it’s all right. I so enjoy loa...fing in bed like this for a few minutes.”
“Sure it’s all right,” Tom said. “You should’ve asked Mme. Annette to bring you some coffee.”
“Oh, that’s too much.” Chris sprang out of bed. “I thought I’d take a quick walk.”
“Okay. See you later, then.”
Tom went downstairs. He reheated the coffee and poured another cup in the kitchen and stood looking out the window, sipping it.MoreLess
“Good morning, M. Tome! It’s a beautiful day today!”
The sun was indeed shining, a fantastic change from yesterday. Tom sipped his coffee, letting its black magic creep through him, then he got up and dressed.
Tom knocked on Chris’s door. There was still time to catch the 9:52 train.
Chris was in bed with a large map spread against his knees. “I decided to take the eleven thirty-two—if it’s all right. I so enjoy loa...fing in bed like this for a few minutes.”
“Sure it’s all right,” Tom said. “You should’ve asked Mme. Annette to bring you some coffee.”
“Oh, that’s too much.” Chris sprang out of bed. “I thought I’d take a quick walk.”
“Okay. See you later, then.”
Tom went downstairs. He reheated the coffee and poured another cup in the kitchen and stood looking out the window, sipping it.MoreLess
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