"Haven't you got any eggshells?" Eddie wants to know. "Real coffee has eggshells in it. That was the way Ellen did it" (...)
"All I've got are these," I say, pointing to the glistening white shells I've split open on the edge of the pan
"Have to be dry," says Eddie derisively. "You save em. Let em dry in the warming oven. & they have to be brown, only eggs from brown hens are good in coffee. You dry em & crumble em & toss a handful in with the grounds, & you watch em boil, & roll around in the pot"
Night 1 has ended.