the handkerchief back over it and set it carefully in my lap.
My ride pulled up then, bless him. Carl from my building. Sixty if he was a day, drove a dented Buick and minded his business better than most blood relatives.
He hopped out, saw my face, saw my father, and said only, “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
Carl loaded my chair once I transferred. My father stood continue reading …
