My Neighbor Drove My Father, Who Was Blind, to Every ‘Doctor’s Appointment’ for 8 Years – After Dad’s Funeral, He Said, ‘He Made Me Promise to Tell You Where We Really Went’

Then he said, “Your father would argue with that point.”

“My father is no longer in charge.”

Ben turned toward me.

“You really believe that?”

The following Thursday, I was still at Dad’s house, sorting tools and shirts that smelled like him.

I considered the envelope, the postcards, and the road here.

“No.”The following Thursday, I was at Dad’s house to sort tools and shirts that smelled of him.

At nine, tires crunched outside.

Ben arrived out of habit, then froze when he saw me waiting on the porch.

Ben looked at Dad’s empty window, then took a cup.

I held two coffees.

“I assume the royal carriage still runs on Thursdays,” I said.

Ben looked at Dad’s empty window, then took a cup.

“The carriage seems empty now.”

“Well, if you’d like, we can go for a drive later,” I smiled.

Ben passed the library, the bakery, and Dad’s clinic.