As always I called ahead to see if Bill wanted us to pick up anything for him at the store. He never asks for much, usually only bread, milk and eggs, stuff like that.

He says the doctors told him to eat healthier but that he has never gotten the knack of cooking for one. He makes himself a lot of sandwiches. The doctors also told him to cut back on the amount of salt he eats but his reply was “I am 96 years old. I think I should be able to eat whatever the heck I want.” I kind of agree with that, but Beverly and I still worry. Somebody has to care about him. His family only lives a few blocks away from him but as I mentioned before they are “too busy” to come see him.

Bastards.

I sent a text to our friend Cindy and asked for a favor. Since she was going to be our waitress on Saturday night I asked her to serve me a regular coke, not the rum and coke I planned to order. I said I was going to be on a first date with someone and didn’t want to get too tipsy. She understood and said she was looking forward to seeing us.

The two of us were at Ann’s place the next night eating left over chili and rice. (Why is chili always better when it’s reheated?) This is when that jack-ass Bobby “Just happened to drop by.” Wanting to check on Ann. He wasn’t especially happy to see me there. The more hints he dropped that I should “Keep up with my studies” the more I wanted to stay there.

So I did.

I didn’t like seeing that he immediately began helping himself to her booze and checking out what was in the fridge so he could make himself a snack. That is something only I can do damn it!!! She has one of those small couches that only seats two people and I was not going to give up my seat on it. (That asshole can sit in a chair, preferably across town, not next to my sister). He then told her a list of groceries she should buy that would be ‘healthier’ for her than what she had. Things that he liked of course. I did see her stiffen a little at that. ‘Good. Let him dig himself a little deeper then I’ll bury the bastard.’

When it comes to looking out for Ann all I can say is that if I’ve dug one hole, I can always dig another. This may be a bad thought to some but meeting Ann is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I care about the ones I love.

It took a couple of hours for him to finally realize that I wasn’t going anywhere. He declared that he had some “Business to take care of”. Which is pure B.S. His broke ass is just looking to get something for free. He probably has some other woman lined up for later tonight.

Scum bag.

After he left I stayed a while to make sure he didn’t loop back after I was gone. Around 10ish Ann said she was going to bed and walked me to the door. She gave me a big hug while whispering in my ear “Thanks for the cock block”. Then she laughed at my expression and hustled me out the door. Maybe sometimes I am not as slick as I think I am.

The next morning I got up at dawn and went to Surry to do my ATM run and drove by where Sawyer’s grave was. The grass and bushes were covering everything and growing nicely.