“There you go, Oscar. What’s new?”
“I’ve been wondering that myself.”
“Huh?”
“You know, you wonder at night if your eyes will open the next morning. Know what I mean?”
“Why would I wonder something stupid like that?”
“We aren’t getting any younger, Frenchie. It’s like maybe God is following us around getting ready to tap us on the shoulder. You know?”
“Speak for yourself, Oscar. If I felt that way, I wouldn’t bother getting up at all. I figure you and I still have some things left to do.”
“Like what?”
“You have to ask?”