Why? Why couldn’t I help him out? Something deep inside said go, but my selfishness won out again. He just needed a ride. His eye sight has been failing him recently. Something about cataracts, or a stroke or something. I’m sure he told me, but I’m even more sure I didn’t listen. That what he’s come to expect anyway.
Damn that ringing phone.
I can’t answer it any more. Not after that phone call. He tried to drive himself to the store because I was too busy. Busy, right, doing nothing of consequence anyway. I have never been able to look far past myself, let alone see those close to me. Funny how I’m just like him.
I should go see how he’s doing, or even just answer the phone.
But I know I won’t.
It will stop ringing eventually.