Coffee, Paul
The foot had surgery.
After the first week the surgeon said it was OK to go to MyFella's house and stay.
He would get up in the mornings and usually ask if he should lock the door so My Jamie would stay at their mom's. No, I'd say. It's his house.
After a while I would make it to Jamie's recliner, foot up, ice on it.
Jamie would come in barreling like a bull in a china closet. Standing at the kitchen sink he would wave his mug at me. "Coffee, Paul, I need coffee." I would combination hop and roll and scoot to the kitchen to make him coffee and then he would go get in his recliner.
After the first week the surgeon said it was OK to go to MyFella's house and stay.
He would get up in the mornings and usually ask if he should lock the door so My Jamie would stay at their mom's. No, I'd say. It's his house.
After a while I would make it to Jamie's recliner, foot up, ice on it.
Jamie would come in barreling like a bull in a china closet. Standing at the kitchen sink he would wave his mug at me. "Coffee, Paul, I need coffee." I would combination hop and roll and scoot to the kitchen to make him coffee and then he would go get in his recliner.
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