Yesterday my boss had a telephone conversation with his sick mother. She's been having heart problems. Apparently she was complaining about one of her nurses because I heard him say:
You think he's a sourpuss? Well maybe you shouldn't tell him that. He cares about you, and he wants you to get better even if it doesn't seem that way. He told you his age? And you told him he seemed older than you even though he's much younger? Oh good. Don't tell him that, it might hurt his feelings. Goodnight sweetheart. Let's talk tomorrow.
It made me sad to think of leaving New York and missing this.
No comments:
Post a Comment