“What the–goddamn it Leon!” Leon nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Sal yell. He dropped his spoon into his cereal bowl. He knew exactly what that yell meant. Still in his socks and sleeping clothes, Leon ran from the small kitchenette and breakfast table to the doorway to the living room. Sal’s white shirt was splattered with coffee that he had spat from his mouth and his mug was held at an angle, dripping coffe...