“How are things?” said Walter as he took a seat at the old wooden table.

“You know, i can’t complain.” replied the man seated across from him.

“That’s good to hear.” said Walter, smiling. “I’m glad.”

“No, I can’t complain because they’re listening to everything i say.” whispered the man as he leaned across the table.

“Oh. Hm.” said Walter, he shifted uneasily in his seat.

“The nurses come into my room at night.” said the man. “They make fun of my wardrobe.”

“Listen,” said Walter as he got out of his chair, “I have to go, but I’ll visit you again. Just as soon as i start feeling guilty, or on Christmas, whichever comes first I guess.” He started towards the door.

“I don’t like walnuts in the fruitcake.” said the man, still sitting in the chair.

“I know, dad.” said Walter, as he walked towards the door.