Jimmy Meets His Match - Patrick Sean Lee (13 ebook reader .TXT) 📗

I bow to your probable expertise concerning Mr. Mozart’s unfortunate condition. It certainly didn’t affect his fingers.”

With a hearty laugh, the doctor agreed wholeheartedly. I moved down the corridor toward the entry at the side of Miss Marilou Jenkins, lost in a cloud of medical shadows cast by the doctor and the upholsterer. My father, I suddenly realized, inhabited a world far below the one he should

have lived in.

“He loves to speak to his guests about stuff like that. My father is so weird,” Miss Marilou Jenkins whispered to me.

“So is mine,” I whispered back, my lips touching the strands of sweet-smelling hair covering her ears.

At the entry, Dr. Jenkins grabbed hold of Pop’s hand once more, clasping over the top of it with the other. For the short moments of our visit they had looked in each other’s eyes on an equal plane, but I knew the moment we left that the invisible barrier separating their worlds would have to be erected again.

We returned to Barnum along the same streets that had taken us to that place of refinement and beauty, relieved, silent.

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Text: (c) Patrick Sean Lee-2011
Publication Date: 11-20-2011

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