The Broken Watch
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 5
So ... Wendy, beautiful redheaded ... or would be as soon as it grew back out ... if the damn hospital would quit shaving it ... sanitary reasons ... babe, was leaving. And I have to assume they used the same Health Department regulations to smooth out her red beard ... sanitary.
But she went home ... Windows 95 was released ... and I was really busy studying the manuals while I was waiting on my face ... and dick ... to heal enough to stop scaring babies, small children and the blind.
I got out of the hospital February 14, 1996 ... the day Microsoft released Service Pac 1.
I looked like a million bucks ... I should ... the company insurance spent that much and more making sure I was functional. The plastics doc kept his promise, but I felt like the dog my dad used to sing about.
Where, oh where, has my little dog gone?
Where, oh where, can he be?
With his ears cut short, and his tail cut long,
Oh bring back my doggie to me.
About my dad singing? Gravel in a tin can.
Mom was the one with perfect pitch ... flat.
Six months getting my face rehabilitated had left me with a firm commitment to the proposition that all food is not created equal ... The first building to the left of the hospital property was the most popular Mickey Dees in town.
The drive home was a typical winter drive ... idiots all over the roads. But I made it safely ... I took a cab.
My house was warm, dry and looked after ... had I mentioned the money? I suppose not.
It was my mother's house. She was struck in the pitching wedge on the eighteenth hole by double indemnity lightning ... she had insurance against the possibility. I inherited the house ... and next-door neighbor Doctor ... the cars, the golf cart and the money.
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