Jess father stared at the person in the newspaper for too long. The older someone was, the more muddle-headed they became.
He held the newspaper and asked his old companion who was holding Jhu Jhu and feeding him milk, “Where are my presbyopic glasses?”
His wife remarked, “Aren’t they on the nightstand?”
Mr. Ruiz found his presbyopic glasses and put them on. He then found an especially bright place and stood by the light to look at the newspaper again. Wrinkling his face, he said, “…It still looks very similar.”
His old companion came up and asked, “What is similar?”
Mr. Ruiz said, “Look, doesn’t the man in this picture look a little like Jake?”
Jhu Jhu was being held in the arms of his grandmother. When he saw the person in the newspaper, he was suddenly happy, reaching out his lit
