Daniel turned and waved to the opposite side of the pool, and thought he saw just a hint of his shy playmate peeking out to wave back."Why not, Mom?" ...he now eleven-year-old Daniel pouted."Sweetie, for the same reason as it's been the last dozen times you've asked. It's not safe for you to go play in Mr. Johanson's woods any more. People dumping their old trash and things just make it too dangerous to go there. You could cut yourself on a broken bottle, or an old washing machine. Who knows what. But I doubted he would be able to do much of anything after the shot Jeff had given him. He was smiling a lot, though.Speaking of smiling, there was a lot of it going on when I went down to the nurse's station to get the ice pack. A couple of jokes were made about taking care of my patient. I'm afraid I didn't get one of them, something about taking care of any swelling that occurred, until I was halfway back to the room. When it finally hit me what they were talking about, I turned around. My. I wanted to touch base with you and Joyce, to get an idea about what you both think would be the best way for me to handle that." I listened to the words, while at the same time, trying desperately to understand what was behind those words. None of this was like my Dad. For all the time I'd known him, the business was the center of his interest. It was who he was, what he enjoyed doing. In my mind, my father was the business."Well, we aren't ready yet, and we won't be for a long time. The only. Damn&hellip,I needed a drink. Made it down to the beach, spread a towel on a beach chaise, adjusted my sunglasses, and got comfortable. The first daiquiri soothed the quandary of my conflicting thoughts and started me on the path to ignoring some of my inhabitations. I rationalized that maybe my multiple week build up of expectations might have triggered some psychosis, so to get my mind off of that penis started to recon my surroundings. From my vantage point, not fifty feet from the wall.