Beautiful Smile
Philip turned over in his cot as the morning sun filtered through the blinds into the hospital room. He heard Ambrose and his mother chatting away and decided if he were going to be any use at all, he’d need a bit more rest. Still he couldn’t resist eavesdropping on their conversation.
“You had us worried, honey,” Mother said. “Don’t do that again, okay?”
“I’ll try not to. Can I have something to drink?”
She poured some ice water from the ubiquitous pink hospital pitcher and placed a straw in the glass. “Can you sit up a little?”
Ambrose rose up on his elbows, and she bent the straw so he could drink more easily from the cup.
“Careful. Slow now. You don’t want to choke.”
Philip smiled. Always the crepe hanger.
“Hey, Phil,” Ambrose said.
“Hey, pardner. How you doing
