I ran to the truck and saw Dad lying against the driver's side front tire. He was bleeding from a head wound and from a shoulder wound. I grabbed the ...irst aid kit from the truck and began to work on him. I had bandaged his shoulder wound which was a "through and through" when he moaned. I was working on his head which was creased and he moaned again.His eyes opened. "Son, I'm glad you're here. There were four men. They shot me and took Pat." Dad, do you know where they went?" They headed for. "I think the view is one of the nicest things about the place. Let me show you the rest.'There was a bedroom next to the living room. It was large, dominated by a big bed. A cedar armoire in the Spanish style took up a lot of one wall, a dressing table the other. In this room the big windows looked on an interior courtyard. Smaller windows, high on the wall, let in light from the front of the building.A door at the other side of the room led to a huge bathroom. It had an enormous, sunken tub. Joyce's being here would help at making sure that we got everything done.We sat together and were working on lists that the others could make sure were done when Joyce asked me a question. "Do you want me to take next week off to be with you also?"I realized immediately that among all of the confusion I had forgotten to tell her that. "Joyce, I'm at fault here, I should have told you to take next week off. Of course I want you here to be with all of us."Her smile lit up my heart. "I was hoping. ‘This is amazing!,’ he tells her. Smiling she takes his hand. ‘Come, it’s time for your bath.’ By now the water has cooled just enough, and there’s still a mountain of bubbles. He smiles as he sees her work. ‘For me?’ ‘Who else would I go to all this trouble for?’ She begins to undress him. Untying his shoes, removing them and setting them on the side. Next his jeans, unfasten the belt, then the button, now the zipper. She slides his jeans down and pulls them off his feet. Leaving on his.