Digging in the Dirt

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

So this is how I met my nephew Landon. Sitting in the waiting room of a hospital. Remo had driven Janine home to have a nap while Ziggy and I stayed at the ER. By the time we got there Claire had been insisting that we not fuss over her, but in that way that I took to mean she actually really wanted us to fuss over her but she of course couldn’t come out and say that.

The doctors decided to take her for some tests, so I stayed, and so Ziggy stayed. Ziggy seemed determined to read every word of an issue of Vogue in the waiting room. I had started trying to read something but in the end I just sat there, staring at the clock on the wall and thinking. Eventually I went to the nurse’s station and asked them if I could borrow a rubber band, and I was doing my finger exercises when Remo returned, carrying Landon.

“This is your uncle Daron,” he said, lowering the kid to the floor in front of me.

“Hi,” I said.

Landon was shy for about two seconds. Then he put a frown on his little face. “What are you doing?”

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