“Baby, will you keep the cars going until George gets out of jail?” Mrs. Florene asked me this afternoon. “I want you to come to breakfast every morning as well. I am just a lonely old lady it seems.”
My heart went out to her. She went on to say she felt lost without George. She didn’t have anything to do now, but sit in the house, talk on the phone, and watch TV. I assured her I would keep the batteries in the cars charged, the oil changed, and keep them gassed up.
“I have trouble getting going in the morning, but I will try to make it for breakfast,” I replied.
“Well, it would mean a lot to this old woman if you would.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, but you are going to make me fat again,” I said laughing. “Your food is the meal of Gods.”
“George has been trying to collect call you, but your phone apparently doesn’t accept them,” Mrs. Florene then said.
“I have only local service and no frivolities. Dad thinks I am going to have long distance Internet relationships again.”
Mrs. Florene chuckled at my last statement and I smiled on the other end of the phone. It was good to hear her laugh. I think the best way I can help George is to help his mother. Helping yourself by helping others is an important tenant of AA I think I’ve overheard. I will be there for breakfast in the morning. Mrs. Florene says she is cooking scrambled eggs, Clark brother’s sausage, and biscuits. It sounds lovely if I can just get a shower and get dressed to go. She would welcome me in if I looked homeless and unshaved, though, bless her dear heart.