He groaned loudly. “Go eat some toenail clippings, Bernice.”
She shrieked. “I wasn’t eatingthem!”
Bernie tried to grab the tablet, but Mom held it out of her reach. “Stop it, you’re both too old for this kind of behavior.” Before either of them could say a word, she continued, “You’re still young enough to be sent to your rooms, though!”
Mom’s eyes were twinkling, and they all burst into laughter. Yeah. Del loved his family.
“Talk to you later, Mom.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She made a shushing movement with her hand, the tablet rocked, and the connection closed as she swiped the screen.
“Be me…?” Del whispered into the silence of his big, empty house.
It was good, solid advice. There was just this one tiny problem: Del didn’t know who he was anymore.
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