has her
whole
family
over to his house
on weekends.
rummaging
about.
examining his check
book,
and clicking the dials
on his safe
trying to open it up.
her son is asleep on the couch
after reading
his books and magazines
and helping
himself to candy
and nuts.
on a pad of paper he's been
practicing
signing my father's
name.
her daughter is in the bathroom
taking a shower,
and dying her hair
after going through the medicine
cabinet and
looking for drugs.
meanwhile
my father is in his big easy
chair,
at 95 now
unable to see or hear.
he's eating from
a Styrofoam
container of chicken
and mashed potatoes
delivered by meals on wheels.
he calls out
to his girlfriend, i need some
salt and pepper
dear.
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