October 31, 2012 § Leave a comment
It’s been so good to see you, Miss Oleander Tibbs. I hope to see you again,” I said, thinking I would pay the old woman another visit, since apparently no one else did.
“Miss Tibbs. No one has called me that in decades,” she told me. But I’m afraid I won’t be here long enough for another visit. My daughters are coming to take me home tomorrow. I haven’t seen my grandchildren for weeks!”
She stood up. I noticed that there was more color in her pale cheeks now. She reached for a sweater and said, “I’ll walk you to the door.” As we started down the wide hallway, I noticed that the nameplate next to the door now said “Oleander Eugene.”