I was just standing in mom and dad’s kitchen as Helen cooked supper. We finally had something fried this evening much to my elation. Helen was cooking English peas with carrots, fried Swiss steak, baked potatoes, fruit salad, and biscuits. Dad had just arrived home and changed clothes into his pajamas.
“Mr. John? Are you going to bed?” Helen asked as dad passed through the kitchen to survey Helen’s meal.
“I am going out on the porch to read for awhile until supper is ready. I am just getting ready to relax.”
Dad and I don’t say much to each other these days. We just chose to disagree about the course I am taking with my life. Dad worries about my retirement and disability ending in May. I finally got him to go online to read all the guidelines with disability and that diffused the situation some when he realized I wasn’t going to lose disability and Medicare any day now.
“Are you still feeling depressed?” mom asked from the den as she sat reading the fourth and final book of the Twilight series.
I had made a passing remark to her yesterday that I was sleeping a lot. She took this as I was depressed as she often is when she sleeps all day.
“I am just tired,” I told her. “It has been a busy past few months. I am still getting used to working nights.”
“I think you are doing the right thing despite what Mr. John says,” Helen told me, never one to hold back “A grown man needs to work and support himself.”
I smiled and gave Helen a big hug as she giggled.
I looked on as Helen added mayonnaise to the fruit cocktail and began to mix. She also started to cut up some bananas to add to the fruit salad.
“Tell me about your new job,” Helen said as she walked over to the stove to turn the frying steak.
“I work in electronics and love playing with all the gadgets we sell,” I replied. “It can be pretty slow customer-wise at night, though.”
Just then, Helen’s cellphone rang. It was her son who is a truck driver and on the road most of the time. I took this as my cue to leave with mom telling me she would bring me my plate later in the afternoon. It was just one of those lazy and normal afternoons in the late summer of the South. I enjoy these kinds of moments so much.
George is Home…
Mrs. Florene called me a moment ago. They went and picked George up at the county jail. He is already complaining about how uncomfortable his monitoring device is she said.
“He’s lost a lot of weight,” Mrs. Florene told me. “He looks so skinny!”
“Put him on the phone,” I told her.
“What’s up you crazy motherfucker!!!!” George exclaimed laughing.
I could hear Mrs.Florene telling him not to talk like that in her house. It seems like he never left. I laughed.
“How does it feel to be a free man?” I asked him.
“I don’t know what to do with myself,” George told me. “I feel like a caged animal whose door just got opened and he is afraid to go out!”
“Take a long walk, smoke a bazillion cigars, and enjoy the fresh air!” I exclaimed.
“When are we getting together?” George asked.
“I will be over tonight before work,” I told him. “Be forewarned as I am going to give you a big bear hug!”
George laughed nervously.
“You haven’t turned gay on me, have you?”
“Only for you, you sexy thang!” I replied.
We got off the phone. I still can’t believe he is home. He sounded so good, as if he never left. We’ve all been waiting for this moment for a very long time. I thought September 9th would never get here. Well, mom should be by soon with Helen’s Friday meal and my diet Sprite. I am going to eat and take a quick nap before going over to see George.