LukeI was covering the bar, making good tips and double-checking the booze inventory when Ryan came in. I greeted him and refilled another customer’s drink.“What can I get you, buddy?”“Whiskey neat, beer back,” he said.“What’s up?”“My sister, that’s what’s up. I go over to have a nice dinner with her and Dad and try to talk to my family about shit that’s going on and she tells me I should keep it to myself,” he fumed.“Are you sure that’s what she meant?” I asked.“Yes. Because she thinks she knows everything,” he said with a heavy sigh.“Ryan, that’s bullshit,” I said flatly.“I know it is. You don’t have to tell me! I work all day, drop in to check on my ailing father and get bitched out by my sister who says I’m not allowed to talk about my divorce. It’s total bullshit.”“Not her. You. This is bullshit and I’m done with it,” I said. “She left her life, her classes, everything so she could take care of your dad. We both know you could pay a nurse around the clock if you wanted
Sarah JoAfter putting the finishing touches on the sale ad for the newspaper for the following week, I made sure all the calls were returned and online orders filled for the next day. I did the drop-off at the bank and went home. I collected the mail and sorted through it, put the bills in a stack to take care of later. I found my dad sitting in his chair with the TV on. I refilled his water glass that was still full from the morning with some fresh water.“I’m gonna go take a shower, and then I’ll start dinner,” I told him.“Luke stopped by and brought some food from the bar, fixed some stuff upstairs,” he replied, “He tried to get me to go up there with him, but I figured he could handle it.”I dashed up the steps two at a time. I peeled off my clothes, got in the shower and sighed as glorious hot water pounded down on my hair and cascaded down my back. Just like a real shower instead of the annoying trickle I’d been dealing with for weeks. As soon as I was done, I jumped out, towe
LukeDespite saying she needed to get back to the yard, Sarah Jo didn’t attempt to leave. Instead, she changed the subject.“You’ve been around Ryan a lot more than I have in the last few years. Is there… or can you think of any way I could help him out? He really seems to be having a tough time,” she said.“I think you’re already doing plenty. I was going to ask you the same thing, like if you think I should get him out to socialize more, or should I set him up on a date?”“Oh, I’m not sure about that,” she wrinkled her nose. “I think he’s pretty caught up in the whole chaos of the divorce right now. I doubt he could make it through dinner without just talking about that so much that anyone we fix him up with would be—”“Miserable?” I supplied. She laughed, then put her hand over her mouth like she’d been caught giggling in church.“Yeah, I think we need to help him keep as much of his personal business as private as possible. And if we arrange a dinner date for him, we’ve given him
“You can’t have my pickle,” I warned.“I wouldn’t dream of risking it,” he said, taking another chip and eating it. “So don’t tell me you don’t have a visiting nurse or anything checking on Donnie during the day. You can’t do both jobs at the same time. Not even you can be two places at once.”I shook my head, finished chewing, “Insurance won’t pay for a home health care worker, not even twice a week. So it’s me.”“Have you called the church secretary? June might know somebody who’d help out.”“I don’t think so. We pretty much stopped going to church when my mother passed away, and I wouldn’t want to impose on them. Rema said if there was anything she could do, to let her know, but that’s just something people say. I don’t think she wants to come babysit my dad and make him drink water and go to physical therapy.”“Give her a chance to help out, Sarah Jo. Call her up and ask if she knows anybody who’d check in on him in the afternoons. There’s no way you can handle everything yourself
“No junk food. No booze. And walk around the house a couple of times while I’m gone. I mean it,” I said.“Maybe I can talk to your brother later, get him to come over and check your figures over.”I nearly groaned aloud. “I don’t need Ryan to check my math, Dad. I was giving you final approval as the owner. The numbers are right.”Back at the yard, I helped unload a delivery and inventoried it. I filled a couple of online orders to load in the morning for delivery and took another one by phone. The delivery business was really generating some orders, I thought proudly. Not that my father would ever acknowledge that without Ryan counting each board and nail first. I waited on a couple customers and called my friend Cat during a lull in business.“Hey,” I said, “how’s life in the city?”“Louder than home, but nobody’s up in my business all the time. How’s life back home? Does everybody down at the coffee shop know when you get your period yet?”“Probably,” I laughed, “but I better have
Sarah JoWell, that was a bad idea.I came home at lunch to go over some lumberyard orders with Dad. They were perfectly fine. I just wanted him to feel involved because he’d been so down lately. I thought it would be a pick me up for him, get him to show some interest in work. Or, it could backfire. I should have known.“I just wish Ryan would take over the lumberyard. There’s no way you can keep all of this straight, honey,” Dad said sadly. “It was so brave of you to take it on, but I knew when you wanted to try that it was a mistake. Look at you, hustling home at lunch to see if I can check your work, just like I used to have to go over your math homework with you.”I grit my teeth. “Things are going perfectly fine at the lumberyard, Dad,” I said. “I don’t need you to check my work, I just want you to look these invoices over and see if there’s anything you want to add.”“There’s no time to teach you everything you’d need to know,” he said, patting my hand and shaking his head with