Dear God [refrain]
I was at The Banknote last night, and Andrew was behind the bar. It was Day 18 for his baby at Sick Kids.
Andrew was in much better spirits than when last I saw him — when he was trying to be his usual jovial, entertaining barman, but the effort was telling. It's a good sign. Junior is responding well to the treatment, he reports.
Everyone who comes into the bar inquires about the baby.
"He's doing great," Andrew responds, "Really great. Considering the poor kid's been poked more times than Paris Hilton."
His wife is at the hospital 24/7.
"Maryanne could be a doctor by now," says Andrew. "She's up on all the meds and procedures, and rattles off explanations like a new intern on E.R."
While I was outside on the patio having a cigarette, Andrew taped my glasses case shut. That's so old. He did it to me the first time I was foolish enough to leave the case on the bar unattended. One learns quickly to be wary of a practical-joking bartender. One also continues to patronize the bar because of it.
To me, it was a sign that Andrew's going to be OK.
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Thank you, Gentle Readers, who have emailed me with good wishes. I have passed them on to Andrew. I may not believe in god, but for those of you who do, I'm sure a good word for the baby couldn't hurt, nor could any and all good karma or magic spells you can send in the general direction of The Hospital for Sick Children. In the next story, one of Sass's musical heros takes a turn for the worse. Sass returns to The Banknote in August, when Andrew meets Jack.
Andrew was in much better spirits than when last I saw him — when he was trying to be his usual jovial, entertaining barman, but the effort was telling. It's a good sign. Junior is responding well to the treatment, he reports.
Everyone who comes into the bar inquires about the baby.
"He's doing great," Andrew responds, "Really great. Considering the poor kid's been poked more times than Paris Hilton."
His wife is at the hospital 24/7.
"Maryanne could be a doctor by now," says Andrew. "She's up on all the meds and procedures, and rattles off explanations like a new intern on E.R."
While I was outside on the patio having a cigarette, Andrew taped my glasses case shut. That's so old. He did it to me the first time I was foolish enough to leave the case on the bar unattended. One learns quickly to be wary of a practical-joking bartender. One also continues to patronize the bar because of it.
To me, it was a sign that Andrew's going to be OK.
Thank you, Gentle Readers, who have emailed me with good wishes. I have passed them on to Andrew. I may not believe in god, but for those of you who do, I'm sure a good word for the baby couldn't hurt, nor could any and all good karma or magic spells you can send in the general direction of The Hospital for Sick Children. In the next story, one of Sass's musical heros takes a turn for the worse. Sass returns to The Banknote in August, when Andrew meets Jack.
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