RAMBLINGS OF THE MIND

Then after a while, Trish noticed, and said, “Bob, are you c-c-c-crying?””

 

“I know that was a sad story, Bob, But I didn’t realize it was so tragic that it made you shed tears. Oaks don’t cry man, they just sob.”

 

“Sir, I was treated three years ago.”

 

“So?”

 

“I am a cedar, sir,” Bob said, He cannot take his eyes away from the trunk.

 

Both Trish and Strauss looked at each other, and almost simultaneously looked at the trunk when Twiggee used to be.

 

All Strauss could say was a banality, “Welcome home, man.”

 

"Welcome b-b-back, my friend," whispered Trish.

 

THE END