The Talking Man

My brother Dave came from Michigan to visit Mom.  It gave me and Bill a chance to get away for a couple of days, so we went on a relaxing, scenic trip to Algondonas to see our dentist.  Nothing like a root canal and some Novocain to unwind.  It’s almost as much fun as a beach and an umbrella drink.

We got to Mexico on Tuesday and, after Bill got drilled, roto-rootered and capped, we left Wednesday afternoon and spent our last night away about an hour from the house.  On Thursday, we wandering through a local outlet mall and lost $54 at a casino before heading home mid-afternoon.

Early the next morning as we sat talking in the kitchen while waiting for Dave’s 7 am shuttle pick-up, Mom rolled in on the Red Menace.  “Morning,” Dave said, greeting her as he moved a chair out of the way so she could park by the table.

“Morning,” she replied.  “What’s going on out here?”

“I’m just waiting for my ride to the airport,” he said.

“Oh?  Where are you going?” she asked.

“Home.”

“Oh, okay.  And when are you leaving?”

“Any time now.  The van should be here… oh, there it is,” he exclaimed as the airport shuttle pulled up to the curb in front of the house.

After a flurry of hugs and gathering up his camera, laptop and suitcase, Dave was out the door and, with a final wave, onto the shuttle van and gone.

I closed the door and returned to the kitchen to refill my coffee before following Bill into the office.

“So, what’s for breakfast?” Mom asked.

“The same thing you always get,” I replied.

“Oh, good.  And where is it?”

“In the same place you always get it, in the living room.”

“Great!” she exclaimed with a smile as she executed a U-turn and headed past me, through the kitchen and out to the dining room.

“How’s our little bird today?” she asked, staring out the window at the Palo Verde tree that was home to the invisible bird in the roosting pocket.

“Just fine,” I answered.  “Still invisible.”

“That’s nice,” she said, turning left and motoring into the living room.  I came out of the kitchen and followed her to the love seat.  “Did you have a nice visit?” I asked.

“I guess,” she replied.  “Except for that man.”

“What man?” I asked.

“The one that was here yesterday.”

“Do you mean Ryan?  Didn’t he come here with the girls?”

“Yes, he did, but no, not him.  Someone else.”

“Do you mean Dave?”

“No, not David.  He lives in Michigan.”

“Yes, but he was…”

“No it was another man.  He was the talking man.”

“The talking man?”

“Yes, the talking man.  That’s all he did was talk and talk.”

“Okay.  But it must have been nice having someone new to talk to.”

“I suppose so, if I knew what he was talking about.  But I didn’t.  Except for the part when he told me there weren’t any burglars in Sun City.  I don’t think that’s true, but he kept talking so I couldn’t tell him he was wrong.”

“Alrighty, then,” I said with a sigh.  “But it was nice to see Dave, wasn’t it?”

“David?  He lives in Michigan.”

David



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