During
Malcolm’s long illness and thereafter I stayed at Malcolm’s townhouse
in Houston. During his last six weeks in hospital, his sneakers were
neatly placed under the dinette table in the breakfast room close to
the entry door. I noticed the shoes every morning on leaving and they
remained under the table after his passing.
Six
days after, on Friday night, Victor, his close friend arranged for the
family to go to Club “No Minors” where Victor informed us Malcolm spent
a large number of evenings, chatting up the ladies and generally having
a fun time. (Read about this evening on the web site “Stories”
by Mary Maxey.)
The
morning after, on descending into the breakfast room, I noticed that
the shoes were awry as if Malcolm had just kicked them off after returning
from Club “No Minors”.
Was
he there with us?
