Tommy woke up on Friday knowing he had a dreaded dentist appointment. He got ready as normal, but couldn’t shake the fear out of his mind. He was a strong man; a veteran of World War II and a golden gloves boxing champion. He knew it didn’t make sense to be so worked up about a dental visit. Trying to clear his mind, he sat down to write a check to one of his sons.
“Pay to the order of: Danny”
“That should be enough to get him on his feet,” he thought. The act of giving was a natural one to Tommy and it filled him with satisfaction.
He began eating the breakfast his second-wife, Gloria, had prepared for him. She always took care of Tommy and Tommy always took care of her. Their interdependence was not obvious given that they didn’t share the same primary language. But perhaps that is what made it so strong. Gloria grew up in Venezuela. It seemed their late marriage in life was perhaps one of mutual support.
Gloria left the kitchen to get ready to leave for the dentist. Tommy took a bite of his breakfast thinking about Danny.
“Why hasn’t Danny moved out? I know he can work hard. I know he’s smart. Have I sheltered him so much that he will forever be dependent?”
As he chewed he began feeling a sharp pain in his back molar. It twitched. In a flash all the dread of the dentist was back. Gloria turned on the sink in the bathroom and it sounded like a drill.
When Gloria returned to the kitchen, she thought Tommy had fallen asleep. It took her a few minutes before she realized he wasn’t breathing.
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Gloria returned home from the hospital with Tommy’s ex-wife, Nancy, and his grandson who went by Junior. Nancy had always remained close to Tommy and Gloria. As phone calls arrived throughout the day, it was Nancy who did most of the talking.
Gloria, Nancy, and Junior ate lunch at the same table Tommy had died at hours ago. Gloria only picked at her food. Nancy and Junior encouraged her to eat.
Gloria leaned over to Nancy and said, “I want Danny to live here with me.” Nancy nodded her head slowly as if she expected the statement.
The phone rang. Junior answered. It was Tommy’s sister. She asked for Nancy.
They expressed their sorrows to one another and then quickly turned to the matter at hand.
“Who is taking care of Gloria?” The sister asked. She explained to Nancy that Tommy had always ensured that Gloria was taking her prescribed medications.
“I think Danny is going to help support Gloria,” Nancy replied.
“Well has Gloria taken her medicine this morning?”
When Nancy hung up the phone, she immediately turned the attention of the room to figuring out what pills Gloria had taken and what pills needed to be taken. As they scrambled through paperwork, pill bottles, pharmacy numbers, and physician brochures, Junior’s head began to spin. He wondered where Danny was in this hour of need that had quickly developed.
Frustrated and in desperation for help, Junior packed Gloria and Nancy into his car and started driving to the doctor’s office who had prescribed the medications. He was on the phone with the office asking for directions as the clock approached 4:00pm. The receptionist at the office told him it was too late. “The doctors have patients waiting and the office closes at 4:00pm,” she said. It was Friday and Junior didn’t want this hour of confusion and potential danger to turn into a weekend. He cautiously sped up.
When they arrived at the office, the staff was waiting at the door with open arms. The story Junior had prepared on the drive over to convince the staff to see Gloria was apparently unnecessary. No questions were asked. They simply began speaking in a warm and soothing familiar Spanish that immediately put Gloria at ease. The hugs continued through to the doctor, who listed out on a piece of paper precisely what medications Gloria needed to take. As they began to explain the particulars, they asked who would be taking care of Gloria. It was never made clear and the staff looked amazed when Nancy introduced herself as the ex-wife.
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The next day, Junior’s mother, Doris, arrived in town. Doris was the only daughter of Tommy. Doris raised her children while pursuing a career. She valued independence.
Doris and Junior sat and talked in Junior’s living room Saturday night. Junior asked why Danny was always talked about so negatively. Doris tried to explain by telling a story.
“When your great-grandmother died in her bedroom over a decade ago, the family was in mourning. Her body was being taken out of the house when Danny began to take the bed she had just died on. Nancy’s brother saw him doing it and lashed out at him.”
“Can’t you even wait until her body is cold before you take her belongings?” He yelled. “You are an able bodied man in his prime years of work, yet you depend on your mother working in her late 70’s to support you.”
Junior thought about the open arms of the staff at the doctor’s office. He asked, “Isn’t Danny providing a valuable service to grandma? Sure, it is not a job that pays a salary which we can assess a bottom line value of, but there is a value to the service. Isn’t there a value in family members being close to home?”
“Yes,” she said, “but too often it appears to be exploitation rather than support.”
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Danny had packed up his bags from his mother’s house and moved in with Gloria. He had just finished making Gloria lunch when he sat down on the couch in frustration.
“What was I thinking leaving mom’s house for this?” He thought. “This house is tiny, there is no hot tub, and my responsibilities never seem to end… Family obligation baloney… What was I thinking?”
He saw a box of home videos sitting on the end table next to the couch. He didn’t recognize them. “It has to be better than the Price is Right,” he thought. He popped in one of his Dad talking about his favorite athlete, Joe Lewis.”
“One of my friends said he knew where Joe Lewis was staying,” Tommy said. “Just up off of Glebe Road it was. I went down to see him and he was just sitting on his porch. He was squishing a ball of some sort in his hand. When he pressed it, his whole arm tightened and showed his beautiful muscles. He let me try it. I couldn’t even budge it. I tossed it back to him and he said, ‘ahh… you have to get used to it.’” Tommy started laughing in the film. “You have to get used to it, that’s all he said.”
Danny sighed. He wondered how he’d ever get used to this.