C61 Rose

“You're going back to work tomorrow, ain't you?”

My Dad stopped to look at me; we were having our quiet father-and-daughter bonding time

on the lawn when I brought up that question. I heard him discuss my hospital bills with Miss

B.

“You've got to understand these thin…”

“It's okay, Dad.” I flashed a smile. A real smile, no faking. “I'm old enough to understand the

logic of things