Mah just had to escape the Grey Gardens gloom of Apartment 8A at the Frontenac, so she bundled Daddy up and hauled him over to the Chit Chat Diner on Essex. After a small feast, Daddy shuffled off to the men’s room while Mah paid the tab.
Out of the corner of her eye – completely by chance – Mah sees Daddy out in the parking lot, sans coat, sans car keys, sans her.
Apparently, when he’s done, he’s done.
“Why did you help him outside?” Mah asked the waiter, “He doesn’t even have his coat on.”
“Well, he was wearing a sweater. He said he had to go,” the genius server replied.
I think Daddy’s too old to run away from home. What do you think, Hot Pants?
I love you, Daddy. Please don’t leave Mah stranded at the Chit Chat wondering where you’ve gone.