Kiss through the Night Door
| | (Bye, you guys. I've just flipped the breaker. I'm leaving. Goodnight and sleep well.) I'ts gosh-awful dark. Where are ya? Can't see ya. I know you're in here somewhere. Here I am. (On the other side of the barricade.) Ach. Missed you again. (Her hand's over there.) I did it last night, why can't I tonight? (Those bars are in your way.) Hey. Where's my kiss? (You can't see either. Your glasses are off. I know--I took 'em.) Well. (Try again.) Now. I've got to get to bed, and you do too. Ya. Me too. Love you. Love you too. (Now I'm out the door, and I can't see either. Grandmom's socks in my hand yet. Oh well. They're wet now. I love you guys too.) [This is a scene I witnessed the other night, my grandfather talking to my grandmother, who has Alzheimer's. The night door is a crossbar structure that fastens with a padlock inside the door to her bedroom each night to keep her from wandering.] |
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