Charlie was as good as his word. He arrived at 3pm to give me my medications.
“I’ve got to run, Andrew,” Charlie’s said hurrying me up as I downed my psychiatric panacea. “Horsefly’s movie starts at 3:30pm! That is 2:30pm Auburn time!”
Charlie’s not much one for affection, but I managed to get a hug out of him. Charlie also brought a case of bottled water to put in my fridge. As I had surmised, he got a large cache of them on sale at our local CVS pharmacy. There must’ve been a dozen palettes of bottled water in his car.
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