Little Frances had more than her father’s looks, she also had his cheerful gait. One glance at her told you that. “How has he been?” Terri asked.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Ernie’s mother responded. Sheepishly, she sat down next to Ernie. “Ernie.” His head turned. “How are you?”
“Hospital.” He uttered that one word softly, then went back to playing.
“What does he mean?” She asked Frances. His mother shook his head.
“Maybe, he recognizes you. That’s all the doctor can get him to say about his dreams. ‘Hospital’.”
“Dreams? He dreams about it?”
“He gets agitated.” She walked into the other room.
“Ernie? Would you tell me your dream?”