“Hey Alan,” she says, swaying into the room. She grabs my jacket, throws it on my lap, and releases the brake on my chair. “Feel like taking a ride?”
I look up at Jeanette as she slips behind me. What’s up with the jacket? “Sure. Anyplace special?” Then it hits me. My kids are taking me out to dinner! But I just ate. Damn, if I’d known.
What’s up with the jacket?My kids are taking me out to dinner! But I just ate. Damn, if I’d known.“You’ll see,” she says, rolling me out of my room.
My mind whirls with anticipation. Where would they be taking me? It’s almost 7:30 but I don’t say anything as we roll along. We turn the corner and get on the elevator for the first floor. When we get off, I expect to be heading for the front door, but instead we head the opposite direction, passing the PT s
