The breakfast tray was gone. Tina checked Uncle Bob out and thought he looked pretty good. “You lose Hank?” Uncle Bob asked. Tina realized he liked to talk to Hank more than just about anyone else she knew. “Afraid so,” she said, without explanation. She wanted to say something to her mother about Brenda, but decided this wasn’t the time or the place. “The doctor was just in,” Laura said. “Uncle Bob can probably go home tomorrow.” “That’s great news.” Tina attached the dog’s leash to the bed frame again and replaced her water with fresh. “I’ll go get food for Princess, then go to work. Uncle Bob, you need anything?” “My reading glasses, the book I’m reading, which is on my nightstand. Toothbrush, electric shaver, a new stomach, a set of underwear, and socks. My coat—gloves should be in the pocket. I think that’s all.” Tina smiled. “Where do you keep the spare stomachs?” She knew she got her organizing gene from him. He’d obviously been making a list in his head.
