Stumble It!
(continued)
When I got to Dad’s room later, he was glad to see me as
always.
“You’re the only one who comes to see me,” he said. “Is that because of where we live?”
“Right, Dad. I
live ten minutes away, but the others are a few hours at least.”
“I see.”
“Bobby was here two weeks ago, and Adrian comes by often.”
“Not that often.”
“He comes a couple times a week to play pool with you.”
“I guess he does, and I appreciate it, too.”
As I walked away from Alterra after dropping Dad off at the
dining room, I realized that both Dad and Elsie wanted more from me than I
could possibly give them.
Later that night Dad called me at 9:15. “I was asleep,” he said, “but woke up
and realized that gal who was supposed to come today never came.”
“Dad, I saw you this afternoon.”
“I must be confused.
I don’t have any gal. I’m
sorry I woke you up.”
“You didn’t wake me, Dad. You must have had a dream. Call me any time.”
“Will you see me or call me tomorrow?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“I feel better.”
“OK, go back to sleep.”
