I sleep in the next morning, eat breakfast, and take a long run. Following the run, I shower, grab two Caesar salads from the local deli, and drive my Frontier to Great Aunt Sassy’s new apartment, Radbury Place.
It’s not a planned lunch with her at her new residence. Something just tells me to stop in for a visit, just to see how she’s doing. Maybe she’ll know who I am. Maybe not. I’ll take the chance.
I show my license to the security guard on duty at the front gate. Some Chris Pratt look-alike with a you-can-hug-me smile on his pretty boy face. Once he lets me inside the complex, I park my truck near the front entrance. Hereafter, I take the elevator upstairs to Great Aunt Sassy’s place, carrying the salads.
She has a nurse visiting her, checking her vitals. The guy is seven feet tall
