Monday, July 16, 2007

Queens Birthday Party – Death

My father gets up telling me “Maybe it’s time to leave.”

“Ok” I reply, and turn to George, say goodbye shaking his hand adding that it was a real pleasure to meet him.


George nods approvingly mumbling “Likewise” as he struggles slowly out of his chair extending his hand to my father. “You have a delightful daughter!” he tells him.


Father looks pleased and says “Yes, thank you! Maybe we will see you next year at this function?”


“Next year… no, I don’t think so” George mumbles “I’ll be dead by then!”


“Hehe” father laughs in discomfort “you won’t be dead. But maybe I’ll see you before then, at the party held by Eva next week?”


“Next week? Ahh, yes…maybe. But I think I’ll be dead by then!” George’s replies seriously.


“Don’t be silly!” my annoyed father waves his hand disapprovingly to ward off the difficult subject. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you” he adds and turns to leave.


“But it is time you know!” George raises his voice after him “Its time to die! I’ve had my share of women, drink and fun, it really is time to go! I don’t know what’s keeping them from getting me…” his voice trails off.

My father with a firm grip on my arm guides me away briskly mumbling to himself "Crazy man! Absolutely crazy, that man!"