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“I’m told my wife is here. ” She has wandered off again. I wonder what she has told these people since she appeared out of nowhere. Why did she take it upon herself to return my customer’s shoes? I never promised any home delivery. The doctor’s say she’s not quite right in the head. She must be expecting me since she called. Like she’s a freaking member of the family. Probably “putting on air’s” as my father used to say.
“Take a seat. She will be here in a minute.”
I hear footsteps, It must be her.
I don’t like this guy!
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He’s not the most sensitive guy is he?
DJ
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She has a problem and he is struggling with it. You depicted his lack of sympathy very well
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Good luck to this character. Tough times.
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I also read this as dementia. Great story!
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You are correct.
DJ
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Good story depicting a husband struggling to understand what is happening to his wife.
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Very interesting tone to this story. A bit of dementia.
Isadora 😎
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Just a tad.
DJ
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He doesn’t sound like a loving husband.
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The narrator’s tone sounds so harshly. Makes me wonder what made him, his wife, their lives…
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Alzheimer’s? Intriguing, for sure.
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Oh! these mental flosses.
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Never fun dealing with the gaps of mental ability.
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