Noah finally reached #99
today. The reporter and photographer from the local paper had just left, when I
arrived. “ The basket hit the ground safely, I see.”
“Yes,” he replied. “As you predicted, it would have been
more fun with my Emilee. All the couple I went with wanted to do was swill red
or white, and talk of his promotion. Emilee would have squeezed my hand
lovingly and talked about the beauty of the countryside.”
“Well, Noah…They all can not be your Emilee. She was one of
a kind. What’s next? I was there at the beginning when you had me write the
blasted list.”
He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he looked over
at me. Tears rolling down his wrinkled cheeks. “Ah, my boy, I wish I had more
time on the clock, more things to tick off.
I sat down in my spot. “Maybe you do old man…Just because you set the
list at a certain number, doesn’t mean it’s final. Doctors have been wrong
before. What about giving the one you didn’t like the look of another try
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