A few are even falling off the branches.
When it’s finally time to dress and leave for the walk, I put on a pair of pants, since it’s feeling rather chilly outside, and I take my cane instead of my walker.
I did just fine yesterday. I think I’m finally rid of the walker.
I’m a few minutes too early, and Dave isn’t waiting when I go outside. I feel a sharp drop in my chest—an old, familiar knell of Appalachian gloom, reminding me that bad things happen whenever you get too happy.
Maybe Dave won’t come out for the walk this morning. Maybe he’s already gotten tired of me.
I tell myself not to be stupid, and I wait two minutes until Dave appears at the back door of the building.
He looks surprised when he sees me waiting. “You’re early.”
“I know,” I say. “I woke up early and got bored o
