He got up from bed to feed Chico. Wasn’t feeling well. Was having some

fever. Fed Chico and called his friend John whom was a physician.

John was on his way. Frank went back to bed. And Chico too.

Chico was smelling the scent of disease in the cabin. He went to Frank’s

feet. Looking at him with anxious eyes. John arrived. Examined Frank’s

nose, ears and throat. Noticed something he diagnosed as a mild throat

infection. Probably from a bad cold. John went to town to fill out

the prescription. Was back in one hour. Gave Frank the drug and

asked Frank if he felt as having breakfast or coffee or anything.

Frank thanked John and told him he’d rather rest. Both have been

friends for a long long time. John wide opened the window. Frank

needed lots of fresh air. Told Frank would give him a call to find out

if he was feeling better. Frank slept through the next four hours.

Got up and had some coffee by the porche. Feeding his furry friends.

Giving them fresh water too. The squirrels used to Chico, cuddle with

him. Was feeling somehow better after that long nap. Decided to take a

shower and put on fresh clothes. Had a smoke with his pipe.

A strong one too. While listening to Bach. The phone rang. It was

already 7:00 PM. It was John asking him how he was feeling.

Frank said better. Much better. He would have a salad with cucumbers

and feta cheese and go to bed and read maybe for a couple of hours

because of his long nap. And would call John to tell him about his

progress. Frank thanked John. John said he was welcome. They were

more than friends. They considered each other brothers. Both had

gone through a lot. A lot. It’s always wonderful to have a good friend.

More than a friend. Life was good. Chico jumped on the bed.

EO