Just a guy

Tonight she calls me to her side and confides: "You know I have Alzheimer's..." As if I were just a guy who was carrying in the groceries. I said I knew. She asked how long I had known. I said I was the first to know, before the doctors.

At bed time she asks if she can say something and I say okay. "I love this house," she says. "I loved it from the first time I saw it, and I'm happy to share it with you. I don't know how that would work, but I'll share it with you. You wouldn't take it away from me, would you?" As if I not only carried the groceries in, but also had designs on spending the night.