Nearing 90
We're in the car waiting. I'm in the front seat, he's sitting behind me.
In the silence I can hear him breathing.
"So Henry, what are you doing these days?"
It's quiet for a second and then I hear a soft chuckle.
"Living," he says. I blush.
In the silence I can hear him breathing.
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