It happened last night in my dreams. My father was a toddler. The scene was the 1920’s, and I was asking questions of them. It was mostly my grandmother. My grandfather was referred to, always off doing something. I didn’t get answers, except my Grandmother said that her not working was her idea, because she couldn’t handle the messiness of human patients. It made sense to me.
Going to have to quiz my siblings about them.
Going to have to quiz my siblings about them.