Thursday, January 17, 2013
"Sam took them," he said.
"Sam! But they belong here in front of this typewriter. I wasn't finished with them. That Sam--he has a good eye."
"He didn't just take them. He asked me if he could have them, and I said yes."
"I liked those glasses. I liked having a bit of your father near my desk."
"I gave them to Sam."
Later, we skype with Sam and I complain at his taking the glasses.
"Yes, I did," he says without remorse. "Here, you can see them." He moves the computer into his study where the glasses sit on his desk next to the old leather case.
"Looks very nice, just like they used to look nice in my house," I say.
Grown up children are as devious as young ones.
I have replaced E. Gail Plummer's glasses with an old pair of Thomas Gail Plummer's glasses. I imagine one of his grandchildren will lift that sometime.
I just realized that Sam's study is also his guest room. Better keep an eye out when I come to town, Sam. Keep an eye out.
Posted by Louise Plummer at 2:14 PM