Portrait of a Morbid Optimist
“Has it been three years since Lorraine?” asks one man to another at table 9.
“Three years in November,” he replies, “Three long years.”
Dad and I are at his 65th high school reunion at the UVic University Club. 382 more words
“We r having a Scottish dance on Friday night. Please will u & Dad come!?”
reads a text from Mum.
Friday night at the Brentwood Bay Senior Centre, it’s a big night out, especially for Dad. 428 more words
10 months, 1 week
“Disaster has struck!” says Mum in all her British-accented glory when I answer the phone.
Dad wants to call the police because he thinks Nicol is stealing the silverware. 889 more words
10 months, 2 weeks