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And Now Another Word...

Max drummed his fingers on the table. He had been sitting in the booth with a cup of coffee in front of him and a pack of smokes out on the table. His cellphone was beside the coffee cup and there was something playing on it. He had been glancing at the news every now and then on the hopes that something caught his eye.

"Another coffee, sugar?" the waitress asked.

Max nodded.

"Anything on?" The waitress wanted to know what was on the cellphone.

"Nothing as usual," Max replied. He was facing towards the window as the elderly waitress poured another cup of black gold. "Hoping to hear about some old friends."

The waitress smiled and gave him a wink.

Max took the coffee and sipped away. He was in the middle of another sip and that's when he heard it...