“You look so different,” she said. “No more ZZ Top. A new hair cut? You’re working out? You look cut. Hey, I want you to meet my boyfriend.”
The conversation zigged and zagged.
An hour later as I detailed my latest foupe, she said, “You wouldn’t know anything about making people uncomfortable, right Luke?”
After dinner, after Grace After Meals, as I walked out knocking over the water, I announced to the table, “I didn’t say anything inappropriate tonight. The new meds are helping!”
The last thing I heard as I went through the door was the sound of her laughter.
