When I walked into his room he was already standing up and walking towards the door. His boney legs quivered and nearly gave out. I caught him by putting my arms through his arm pit and holding him close. I positioned myself so that I could take his hand and guide him to the grey EZ chair sitting in the corner of the room.
Seated in the EZ chair he looked at me and said, “You were in the park.” I asked how he knew, he said something that sounded like gibberish.
I never told him that I spent time in the park.
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