Day Two Hundred Fifty-One “The Pit”
Grandma, Grandma, came the hushed summons from down the hallway, I need a Kleenex. I had already lumbered down that hallway a number of times that evening: the I-need-a-drink trauma, the ever popular I-have-to-go-potty emergency, and this time would involve a much-needed tissue to wipe a drippy nose. I brought him the whole box …