Their second Monday together in the office started rough. Diane was sullen and quiet for the first couple of hours, answering questions monosyllabically, if she bothered to answer them at all. Michael said, “tell you what, you keep working over those figures and I will be right back. There’s something I forgot to do this morning.” She grunted and scowled and Michael got up and left. When he returned a half hour later he carried with him two large, triple shot lattes, Diane’s favorite. “I don’t know what happened over the weekend, but maybe this will help improve your morning.