Jimmy nodded and by the time Micah emerged had coffee and breakfast on the battered coffee table in the living room.
That the room was utilitarian was a bit of an understatement. The couch and chairs had seen better days but were still serviceable and the coffee table was scarred by boot heels, but the electronic equipment was gleaming and top of the range and the racks and racks of CDs, DVDs, and vinyl albums were neat and orderly.
Jimmy nodded to Micha. "There ya go," he said. "There's ketchup in the bottle if you want it."