I went to take out the garbage today and ran into Roy. He was bending down planting tomatoes so I just said “Hey Roy” and turned to head back inside, but he started to stand up and asked how I was doing, so I stopped to chat for a minute.
“Roy! What happened?” was the first thing I said. As he stood up and looked at me I realized he had a big purple black eye, a swollen cut nose, and a big bump and scrape on his forehead. “Are you okay?”, I asked.
“Oh I’m fine, young lady” he said. Apparrently he was out somewhere and fell on the sidewalk. He was pretty banged up for just falling, I’m guessing he was drinking (not surprised) and fell pretty hard, but it sure looked like someone let him have it – even he someone did I doubt he would tell me. He brushed it off like it was nothing anyway, but I’m sure he was just embarassed.
Darn it Roy, now I’m even more worried! And I had just started to convince myself that I shouldn’t get wound up over that silly old man…
