Will we take care of one another, my wife and I? Once I fell out of the shower and hit the back of my head on the toilet. Although my wife was nearby, sneaking a cigarette on the porch, she did not hear the crash, and I lay there for several moments alone.
Before it is too late we should find an apprentice, someone to whom we can introduce all the finer things in life, such as caviar — a disadvantaged teen who will beam with gratitude and drive us to the grocery store when we become too feeble to see. It dawns on me that I will pluck this individual from the ranks of the Duck Call Gang itself.
I know there is a fable about suckling a viper at your bosom, but I can’t recall whether it is pro or con. Night is coming, and the thing to do is hope for the best.