Tuesday, October 14

I have said "small bites" to Tommy at least a thousand times over the last couple of months, but it finally looks like I can toss out that broken record. This evening, Tommy ate his dinner as dainty as you please--as though the size of his bites had never been a problem. It was a meal that I had brought from home--a garden salad followed by sausage and green peppers over spaghetti--and was better than Ren's fare of hamburger and fries (their food is okay but not great). I don't know whether Tommy was inspired by the food, or if the big-bite ghost just suddenly left his body to find another poor soul to haunt. In any case, it was pleasant to share a meal with Tommy without having to carp incessantly at him.