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Show Fair Forever 128 I realize suddenly why he was rushing, staring. He thought my mom was Amanda, finally come back. He'd rushed out to see for sure, tell her he's glad she finally returned. He hangs his head, but he doesn't stop his engine. "Aren't you staying?" I ask. "Can't," he announces. "I snuck away as it is. My daughter says I'm getting too old to run around alone." He looks back toward shore. My throat tightens with the announcement. "But you'll be coming back?" I ask anxiously. "Once in a while?" He shakes his head, grimaces. "Guess not. Tomorrow, she's putting me in a place for old folks. Folks like me who can't remember so well." "Why? When? For how long?" My words come loud and fast. Mom scowls at my questions, places her finger to her lips. "Bayside Assisted . Living?" she asks kindly. He scrunches his forehead, trying to remember. "I think so." "That's where I'll be working!" she says. "Starting tomorrow." The old guy casts ah accusing look and Mom erases her smile. "This is my mom, Mrs. Gifford," I say. "Mom this is-" Suddenly I realize I. don't know the guy's first name. He tips his head. "Name's Canister," he says. "Chess Callister. But most folks call me Captain." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Callister," Mom says. "Guess I'll be seeing you again , soon." "Afraid so .... if you're working tomorrow. I'm getting locked up first thing." |
