“Morning, Carey,” I said.
“Good morning, Raymond,” she said. “How are you?”
“Fine. And you?”
“I am fine. Thank you. Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I made your favorite.”
“Scrambled eggs and toast?”
“Lightly buttered.”
“Orange juice?”
“No pulp.”
“Thank you, Carey,” I said as she carefully placed the tray on the one over my bed.
“Will there be anything else, Raymond?”
“Not right now.”
My friends are all gone. No one ever visits anymore. What would I do without Carey?
“I will return soon, Raymond,” she said, making a graceful exit.
So sweet. So thoughtful. So lifelike.
“Good morning, Raymond,” she said. “How are you?”
“Fine. And you?”
“I am fine. Thank you. Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I made your favorite.”
“Scrambled eggs and toast?”
“Lightly buttered.”
“Orange juice?”
“No pulp.”
“Thank you, Carey,” I said as she carefully placed the tray on the one over my bed.
“Will there be anything else, Raymond?”
“Not right now.”
My friends are all gone. No one ever visits anymore. What would I do without Carey?
“I will return soon, Raymond,” she said, making a graceful exit.
So sweet. So thoughtful. So lifelike.
