explaining safe movement techniques.
No stethoscope.
No prescription pad.
Nothing Grandpa would have carried during a house call.
Dad looked at me.
“I use it for work.”
His eyes moved around the apartment again.
“What kind of work?”
Elliot handed me my coffee.
“Saturday,” he said.
Dad frowned.
“What happens Saturday?”
I closed the bag.
“You came here because you wanted to see what I threw my life away for.”
I picked it up.
“Come with me.”
Dad barely spoke during the drive.
Silence had always been one of his
