Tired of riding
already, the kids in the backseat were fussing like crazy. I turned around in my seat to look at them,
and the back seat was empty. No kids at
all, and yet both of us could still hear them, as if they were right behind us.
"Eric, pull over and stop
the car."
“What’s wrong?”
“STOP THE CAR!”
"Margret, look around. See? You're not in a car, You are safe here, Margret. Do you remember what we were talking about yesterday?"
"Florida?"
"That's right. You were telling me about all of your friends who retired to Florida. Remember that?"
"Yes, Lorraine. Lorraine Collett Petersen, she hated it, said the sun dried out all her children's skin. Said they ended up looking like little raisins."
"Margret, we talked about this. Lorraine was born in 1915, there is no way you could have known her. Do you remember me saying that? You know her from the Sun-Maid raisin box, isn't that right?"
"I remember playing pickle ball with that old guy, the one with only part of his glasses on, and he's always with his cane."
"Once again, Margret, that's Mr. Peanut. He isn't real, now is he? We're only going to talk about real people today, okay? He isn't a veteran with a shell fragment issue, now is he?"
"You can't tell me the Pillsbury Doughboy isn't real. I know for a fact, because he stopped coming into the lunch room, due to his moderate to severe acne. He hated the others calling him, Popping Fresh."
"Margret, we're going to stop here for today. I believe your husband Eric is in the reception area waiting to see you. Won't that be nice? In fact, go ahead and wait in your room and I'll bring him back there."
"Doctor Wisconsin, how is she doing?"
"I'm afraid it isn't progressing as fast as I had hoped. She still has flashbacks and retreats to a world where company logos come to life. She's made them her friends and they all live in Florida. I may have to put her back on her meds."
"Can I see her, Doc?"
"Sure, but I wouldn't mention the accident or the children."
"I won't."
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