Dad is beginning to experience pain, or perhaps be less able to handle discomfort. "U V W X Y 2 3 4 5," he said several times. It took awhile to sink in, but his facial expressions helped me know he was suffering.
"Are you uncomfortable 3 4 5, Dad?"
"I'll get you some help for that, Dad."
"Waiting," he replied.
After a couple hours with Dad, I went to the fabric store for retail therapy. Two old-timers were training three new employees at the fabric cutting tables. I drew a number, A30. The cutters were assisting customer A12. Waiting.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder