I Thought Sir Walter Scott Was Dying
I really did. We'd taken the family out ice skating--the cost of entry being a gift from Rose Red to the family. I had chosen not to skate because I'm only just getting back normal use of my left shoulder, and I was afraid of hurting myself again. (I'd reinjured it over the weekend, setting back my progress already.) Sir Walter Scott got skates, and joined the kids on the ice, mostly to stand by the wall and be available in case of accident. I was just making noises about going home to dinner soon, and he'd been grateful to see that he could keep his balance far better than he'd thought he would since his stroke nearly 3 years ago . . . when he fell. He sprawled out face-first on the ice. It knocked the wind out of him. But when he got his breath back, he skated off the ice, returned his skates, tolerated some jokes from me about us being geriatric parents, and started texting pictures to Rose Red to thank her and show her what a good time we were having becaus