5
JED
Another date with Aiden.
I slid my cell back in my suit coat pocket. “Sorry about that.”
“I can’t imagine having an electronic leash is as pleasant as all you youngsters seem to think,” Mr. Williams grumbled.
I eyed the old man propped up with pillows in his bed, wondering how he’d held onto life as long as he had. Ninety-seven and kicking it up until the previous two weeks when he’d had to be placed in a nursing home due to a fall and a broken hip.
Like quite a few of those I visited along the hallways, no family came to ease his loneliness, so I’d added him to my must-see list on Tuesday afternoons.
“Way back when it was dial-up and handwritten letters, huh?” I asked even though I knew the answer. There wasn’t much better than listening to the older folks reminisce about day
