Conversations with Dad

Suzanne Uncategorized

When my sister, Wendy, jet-lagged from her trip to France, was visiting my dad at his Board and Care the other day, she showed the group some leftover Euros. (You can tell that Wendy is a teacher.)

They thought it looked like Monopoly money, shiny and small.

Then Wendy handed Dad a small package of tissues that she was given on the plane. Dad looked it over and handed it to the man sitting next to him.

“Oh! Thank you!,” the man said, delighted. “I haven’t had a cigarette in quite a while.”

“Do you smoke?” Wendy asked, knowing full well that he didn’t.

“Not too much. Only a couple a day,” he reassured her, tucking the tissue package into his coat pocket.

“Well, be sure you smoke outside,” Wendy reminded him.

They’re talking about a package of tissues!