Julianna
I pulled up a chair next to him. "Hi Dad. Its Julianna."
"Julianna? Never heard of you. I take my meds after lunch, and don't feed me cheese, it makes me constipated."
I smiled sadly, "Okay, no cheese, got it. What are you working on?"
"Oh, the girls brought me a new puzzle." he pushed his glasses up his nose and squinted at the box. "Classic cars. I used to be a mechanic, you know."
I was glad that he was in a relaxed mood, even if he didn't remember me. I let him reminisce about being a mechanic, and enjoyed the sound of his deep, gravelly voice. My dad had always worked with his hands. He had been a mechanic, and an electrician, a builder and a plumber. He built the house that we lived in, and when we had gone on the run, he'd always been able to find
