"Living in close quarters with somebody sure puts you wise to all their best and worst points. You're not messy, and you don't make too much noise, but you keep insane hours—and you make terrible coffee," added Randy, with a disgusted glance into his mug.
"I didn't used to," said Lloyd somewhat indistinctly, through a yawn, his throbbing head between his hands.
"What happened? Buy a different brand?"
"No, not the coffee. The other—the hours. I can't write a novel in the daytime and keep my job."
Randy tried the coffee again, and put it down on the table with a grimace. "You can't write a novel at any hour on this stuff. Come on, let's go out and get a cup of something that'll really wake you up."
"I'm not going out. I was going to try and get some writing done this morning."
Randy picked up his hat. "If you try to write in this condition, I won't be responsible for the quality of the results."
"Nobody asked you to be," returned the novelist with some asperity.
I have a feeling that Randy is the type of secondary character that I've got to keep a sharp eye on—he has irrepressible scene-stealing tendencies. Some supporting characters, you know, never really get it through their heads that they're not the star performer of the story.
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