“I don’t think it would be too wise to let them hear what you’re saying.”
“No, that would be where we et into the politics.”
“Politics?”
“Oh yes, the politics. If I spend time with the old folks, I’m sucking up to the ones with money. If I spend time with the young people, I’m ignoring the old folks. It never ends. If I go to visit someone in the hospital it’s ‘why did he visit him? I was in the hospital and he never visited me. Of course nobody ever told me that person was in the hospital, or even sick. I guess somewhere I’m supposed to have a crystal ball.”
Frank smiled at Bill. “I thought God told you those things.”
“Yea, right. But Frank, I don’t mean to turn this into a poor Bill pity party. I’m not complaining. We’ve always been able to talk to each other.”
Bill lifted his glass and took a drink. “You know this stuff tastes like shit.”
“I think it does, but people tell me it’s supposed to do so much for you. It’s supposed to make you feel better.”
“Do you feel better?”
“Not really.”
“Then why are you drinking it?”
“Good question, but why are you here?”
“I think to say I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry for what?”
“I let that thing with Taylor get out of hand. It should have never happened.”
“What did happen? You know what Taylor is. He’s nothing but a con man. You said that yourself. What did happen?”
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