as a joke.
He proudly wore it.
That Friday evening, Frank was asleep in his recliner when we left.
Mrs. Pham sat nearby knitting.
“Go,” she told us. “Enjoy yourselves. I’ll call if I need anything.”
Owen lingered near the door.
“What if he wakes up confused?”
“She knows what to do.”
I took his hand.
“Two hours, Owen. Tonight you don’t have to be a caregiver. You get to be a man going to a movie with his wife.”
He smiled.
“Just a guy at a movie.”
“Exactly.”
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