Courtney declared the evening a success, so it was a success. Toward the end some actor I didn’t know showed up, but Court relegated him to the “B-list at best” and we didn’t intersect. When we got home, Chris informed us that Claire had gone to bed, so him and me and Court and Colin […]
The reception was in a function room on one of the upper floors with large windows overlooking Boston Common. You know the story of the Common, right? Back in Ye Olde Colonial days it was the common area where everyone in town kept their cows and livestock. Supposedly the reason Boston’s streets are so crazily […]
(Wow! Halfway to a Saturday post already! Folks are enjoying the bonus scene! Remember, any donation into the tip jar gets you the bonus scene AND adds to the tip jar tally! When we reach $100 I post a chapter on Saturday! -ctan) [olimometer id=1] — I woke up on the couch of the sublet […]
We arrived in Boston in the morning before Courtney’s graduation. That night there was going to be some kind of reception she wanted me to be at if possible, but that was way in the future compared to the logistical task of getting us from airplane to taxi. I should probably tell you what Claire […]
“Are you doing all right?” That was what he wanted to know. The one thing I really wasn’t sure I could answer. “I was going to ask you that.”
It’s funny. I think if I had been taller or if my hair hadn’t been so long and straight, my presence in the dress department of Dillard’s would have caused a stir. I think this because when we were getting ready to check out, a man near the entrance to the dressing rooms did cause […]
I gotta wonder if my mother’s life would have been different if she had lived it all along like she was worried what people would think of her after she was gone. Not that I think everyone should go around thinking about death all the time. Far from it. But I suppose there’s a fine […]
Two days later, when I joined Claire and Rita for a game of hearts in the activity room, Rita pushed a file folder in my direction. Her cheeks were pink and she cleared her throat. “My daughter informs me that if I don’t get your autograph she’s cancelling her Mother’s Day visit.” Claire was holding […]
Claire improved enough to go to church the next Sunday. When one of the other women heard we were going to go, she asked if she could come along, too. Her name was Rita and I was of course happy to chauffeur whoever, so long as they were medically cleared to go. Rita had some […]
Sometimes no words is the safest choice. I should tell you about my first conversation with Ziggy after the post-Barrett rock-throwing incident. I called him from the efficiency apartment/extended-stay hotel Remo had found down the road from the care facility. It was newly built, everything squarishly modern, and still smelled like fresh paint.