202/365 A Third Bill
bought Northbrook Lodge in ’52. We knew him only a half-dozen summers. One night he sat down with us after dinner, explaining about his kidneys, the dialysis. It was goodbye. He looked like a sea captain to me: white hair and beard, wild eyes.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:37 AM
2 Comments:
Oh. That's a hard one.
I love the last line...
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