He needed me to drive the tractor while he directed from the passenger seat, because his vision wasn’t what it used to be.
The fourth was at lunch.
He needed me to remind him which pills to take—two white, one blue.
The fifth was mid-afternoon.
He needed me to walk the perimeter fence and check for breaks while he rested.
The sixth was at dinner.
He needed me to listen.
The seventh was before bed.
He needed me to sit in the rocking chair across from him and wait.
At first, I didn’t understand what we were waiting for.
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