I brought him coffee. He saved crossword clues for me. I pushed his wheelchair through the garden while he criticized flowers he had never planted.
The hospice approved two outings after Nathan signed medical releases.
The manager greeted him by name.
The first was to Millie’s Diner.
The manager greeted him by name.
“Good to see you, Nate.”
Nathan shrugged when I looked at him.
“I used to work here.”
A waitress brought Nathan coffee without asking what he wanted.
We sat in a corner booth.
A waitress brought Nathan coffee without asking what he wanted.
He ordered two slices of apple pie.
“Expecting company?” I asked.
