There was a dish of peanuts on her bedside that I was picking at while we visited. I wanted to leave to go eat dinner, but the more time passed, the more I felt I should stay, I felt it might be the last I'd see of Dottie. As we chatted and I nibbled Dottie's dish of nuts, the minutes turned to hours, and I finally felt I needed to leave.
I bent over a still, staring straight ahead Dottie, kissed her forehead like I always do, and said, "Dottie, I gotta go. I'll drop by again."
Dottie didn't answer.
As I turned to leave, I noticed I'd eaten all of Dottie's nuts. "Dotty, I've eaten all of your peanuts, I'll be right back, I'm going to the kitchen to refill your bowl."
I hadn't made another step when Dottie's breathing rate increased while she lifted her right arm ever so slightly from the bed and pointed it toward me. She seemed just about up against her last bit of strength when she said, "Oh don't worry hun, I just suck the chocolate out of them anyway."
Rusty DeWees tours Vermont and Northern New York with his act "The Logger." His column appears weekly. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Listen for The Logger, Rusty DeWees, Thursdays at 7:40 on the Big Station, 98.9 WOKO or visit his website at www.thelogger.com