figured I would ring his door bell.
This very large, line backer build black man came to the door. “Good Morning Ms. Emma. I am so pleased to meet you today. Please come in. Your father is going to be so happy to see you.” John is so pleasant. Beautiful warm smile, Very nice to talk to I would bet. I look around and yep this is looking like a suite. Little kitchenette, a small foyer with a little sitting room. A dining room with a round table, four chairs and even a living room, WITH A FIREPLACE and windows! I just look around dragging my chin with me. “This must be some sick joke or huge misunderstanding John. We can’t afford this. I’m really sorry.” I explain, holding back tears fighting to come out.
“ Ms. Emma, there is absolutely nothing for you to worry about. Everything is already taken care of. Your father seems a great deal happier here in a private suite and is resting in his bedroom. If you care to go in, I know he will be so happy to see you.” John explains.
“ PRIVATE SUITE? You mean he doesn’t share this with at least 3 other people?” I ask, trying not to get upset with John. This big mess isn’t his fault.
“ Yes Miss. Private. He has two bedrooms here. I can stay anytime you or your father feels he needs more attention. For right now your father feels ten hours is sufficient. I can move in or spend a few nights here if you like. Whatever you decide, your father has my personal file. I have had all of my testing done. I was personally hired for your father’s specific needs. You can review the file. Please let me know if you have any further questions you need answered for your peace of mind.” John tells me as he leads me to my father’s bedroom.
I thank him and John taps on his door. Mr. Evans your daughter is here to see you sir. ” He says politely. I just stare at him. “Sir?” I say out loud. “Yes. Ms. Evans.” Is all John says in reply?
“ Yes, please come in Emma.” I hear my father chirp.
I walk in and “What the hell?” I say out loud.
“ Dad, what is going on? You know we can’t afford this. What is all this?” I motion with my hands waving around the air.
My dad laughs out loud. He actually looks younger. Happier, healthier, in fact. “Sweetie, you have the most wonderful friend I have ever known!” He beams. And right there, I know who he is talking about. I fold my arms over my chest. “Really, and whom might that be dad?” I ask dramatically.
“ That wonderful young man, Matthew Daniels, He really found some loop holes we were never aware of in our insurance. Look what he was able to do for us with a few contacts he had.” My father explains. I cannot believe he actually bought that line of crap Matthew gave him. I know, full well, that there isn’t a hole in anything we have for insurance for my father’s healthcare. Who does he think goes over the entire fine print? “Uh-huh. I see. And is that what he told you?” I ask looking upset at my father.
He nods back to me like a child caught lying and won ’t admit it. Making my lips twitch a little. “Yep, he told that the insurance over looked a few different options we had, and that since they screwed up royally they took care of the past due on the insurance we owe in co-pays and this place is covered 100%! Can you believe it Emma, I mean really, isn’t this almost too good to be true?” He beams.
“ Yeah… Almost…” I respond.
“ Look what he brought me yesterday; you just missed him when he arrived. I am surprised you didn’t run into each other.” My father says with a laugh, pushing his new toy in my hands.
“ WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DAD?” I yell at him.
“ Sweetie it’s called an IPAD. And it has the internet and games, look it even has a place to take pictu…” He explains the some features before I cut him off.
“ Yeah, Dad, I know what it does. Those are really expensive. Matthew gave you that? For a gift?” I ask in shock and anger towards Matthew. Son of a