Riley was just putting the finishing touches on the pot roast when Sully came into the kitchen carrying his boots in one hand.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he sat down in one of the wooden chairs, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Finishing up this pot roast for after church," Riley replied.

Sully leaned back in his chair as if the act of coming down the stairs had been tantamount to a days work.

"Is there anymore of that coffee I ...