He shook his head. “Fit as a fiddle.”
She smiled and peered over at his nightstand. “Are these the only medications you’re on?”
“Far as I know.”
She picked up the two bottles and studied them. She shook one. “Did you take this with food?”
“I take it like I always take it. With water before I get up.”
She smiled. “If you don’t take this one with food, it can make you dizzy. Do you have some crackers you can keep by the bed? Something to put in your stomach next time?”
He shook his head.
“Okay. Well, we’ll get you some. I think you’re in good shape. But you need to follow up with your primary care physician, okay? A fall at your age can be a big deal.”
“Fine. Mind if I take a piss now?”
She grinned at me.
I helped him stand so he could use the toilet. He shuffled into the hallway bathroom, mumbling to himself. As soon as the door clicked behind him, I looked at her.
“I’m going to check around for other medications,” she said, walking out of the bedroom.
I stared after her.
A doctor?
I felt like the chasm between us had just deepened. It was like every time I thought I was leveling up, I realized I wasn’t even close. A damn doctor.
I blew a breath out and looked around. The place was a mess. “Pops, is Jean still cleaning for you?” I asked through the door. “When’s the last time she was here?”
The long sound of Popeye relieving himself tinkled from the bathroom.
“I told her to piss off weeks ago.”
I dragged a hand down my face. “This place looks like shit.” I started gathering all the clothes on the floor and tossing them into a pile. “Who’s doing your laundry?”
The bathroom door opened, and he came out, grumbling. “I’m doing it. She did a crap job. Made my T-shirts smell like petunias.”
“We need to get you in the shower,” I said. “Do you need help?”
He nodded in the direction of the kitchen, a white caterpillar eyebrow raised. “She could help me.”
I saw Alexis stifle a smile through the doorway.
I slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, old man, let’s go.”
He had a hard time stepping over the rim of the tub. I had to brace him, and he almost had another fall. “I’ll come get you when I hear the water turn off. Don’t try getting out without me,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah. Get the hell out.”
I went over to talk to Alexis while the shower was running, leaning on the counter by the sink.
“Does he have any bruising?” she asked.
“Not that I saw.”
“Does he have any family? Who takes care of him?”
I rubbed the back of my neck, looking around the dim house. “Nobody? All of us? It’s sort of a group effort.”
“Daniel,” she said, her voice low. “He’s going to need more help than he’s getting. He needs food in the house and someone to make sure he’s showering.”
I dragged a hand down my beard. “He told me he fell getting in the tub last week. I think it scared him.”
“You can put a call in to Adult Protection Services. Try to get him a personal care assistant, Meals on Wheels.”
I shook my head. “It’s hard to get help out here. I’ll work out a schedule. I’ll get someone in here once a day to clean, check on him. And I’ll install a railing in the bathtub. Maybe some treads on the floor of the shower.”
She nodded. “And he needs to take those pills with food. He probably fell because he got dizzy.”
“Okay. I’ll give them to Doreen. She’ll give them to him with his breakfast when he comes into the diner.”
She smiled.
“What?”
She shook her head. “It’s just…I don’t know. I like that you guys take care of each other.”
“That’s how it is here. It’s what we do.” I tilted my head, noticing something. “Did you put makeup on?”
We’d ended up in the shower last night. She didn’t have any on when she went to bed, and she got up when I did. At least I thought she did.
“Yeah,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Why?”
I looked at her, confused. “When?”
She paused. “Before you woke up.”
I blinked at her. “You got up just to put makeup on? Weren’t you tired? You didn’t want to sleep?”
She didn’t answer me.