By ericvancewalton on Skatehive
“Look at you, Maury. Your fly is down. You need to be more careful.” The nurse whispered. Mr. Loeffler’s crippled and spotted hands struggled to button up his wool coat as he mumbled something incoherently under his breath. “What was that?” the Nurse Rogers asked. Maury fell silent as he zipped his trousers. “Remember, you need to be back here by the time they serve dinner. What time is that?” The nurse inquired. Maury looked down to the floor with a stoic expression. “Five o’clock.” Nurse Rogers thrust a small ziplock bag full of pills into the pocket of his peacoat. “These are your lunchtime meds. Don’t forget to take them.” “I won’t.” Maury wished he had the nerve to say what he wanted to. “Your guest drives a blue Volkswagen and will be here in five minutes.” The nurse told him over her shoulder as Maury made his way to the reception area. Maury’s curiosity only eclipsed his fear by a smidgeon. He had never known this particular relative existed. Patrick contacted the staff at Sere