Towards the end Dad took to removing his grey flannels in the bedrooms of other residents, much to their surprise and, I have to say, my mother’s.
“Well this isn’t like him at all,” my mother said, rubbing his hand gently with her thumb. “He’s always been far too busy with work for all that. He’s just never been that much of a ladies’ man.”
He stared at her face blankly for a moment. “Ah, here’s one I know,” he said, surfacing briefly from his confusions. “Don’t I?”
“You do,” my mother replied. “You really do.”