November 1, 2007

Jerry was on pins and needles all day, waiting to hear back from his doctor and was not in the mood for long heartfelt discussions when he returned home from work that evening. Did you hear, asked his missus, and he groaned no, had about a million phone calls today but not one of them was from Larson. Oh what should we do if it's the wrong answer? Jerry was silent as he took the last longneck from the fridge and thudded onto the couch. He looked at his wife blearily and took a drink of the beer which tasted metallic. This again. We'll do our best and I'll try not to be a burden on you or Lisa for as long as possible. His wife nodded back to him slowly in understanding but he could see that she was also calculating what to do for her own self.