”“You’re doing very well with the stick,” he said.“Thank you ... I do like this car, Adam. I could get used to this. The Buick really isn’... my style.”“Then, why did you buy it?”“I didn’t. It was my dad’s.”“What does your mother drive?” he asked.“Mom doesn’t drive.”“How does she get around, out in the suburbs?”‘‘Well -- I drove her places until I moved out. Her church has a community center that runs something called the Senior Taxi service. They keep a list of seniors who volunteer rides to. Mom was in the kitchen and noticed how Stef had a hold of my hand. All she said was, "We have a lot of your father's birthday cake left. We need to eat it or I'll have to throw it out."I went to the cupboard and got three plates. I took out the cake cut a small piece for mom a bigger piece for my sister and a large piece for myself. I put the cake back and got some forks for everyone.I noticed the ladies looking at me funny."What? Can't I do something nice for you two without you worried that. They had very short skirts that easily revealed they were not wearing panties with the slightest movement. Becca took our tennis rackets and left the room. Helen escorted me to my shower and stripped me and opened the shower door for me. When I had finished, she was waiting with a towel with which she did a very thorough job to drying me off. I went to get dressed and Helen told me that they would prefer I didn’t. I soon found out that Babs had done the same for my dad. We were escorted into. ” Nate shook his head in sadness, “I don’t know what else to do for him.”“There’s nothing more you can do. You’ve done more than enough. You’ve stayed strong through this and I know he appreciates that.”Nate sniffled and wiped a tear from his face, “I just feel like I could be doing more.”“Nate, let me take you to lunch. He’ll be fine here. You need to get out and give yourself a little space from this and then we can come back and try to get Zac to do the same.” Susan put her hand on Nate’s.