"When I leave here, I have to go fill an emergency prescription down at the pharmacy," my father told me. "They are very good customers of ours."
The pharmacy closes at noon on Saturdays. I gave him my condolences.
"I thought I was home free, but checked my phone messages and someone needs my help," my father furthered.
"Do you want a companion?" I asked. "I will ride with you and sit out in the car."
"You just stay home. You seem to be doing very well today and it makes me happy," my father told me. "I don't want to upset your good equilibrium in any way."
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