A Repairman Cometh Comments

It wasn't long after her mother died my wife asked if her father could live with us. We had an empty apartment upstairs. Dad wouldn't be much trouble, she said. He was old now and had difficulty getting around. We put a stair lift in so he could ride up to his apartment. Otherwise he walked pretty well with a cane.

Dad would come down for dinner, and we'd put our pit bull—a not too friendly pit bull—in the basement. Dad would eat, chat a bit and then ride his stair lift back upstairs. But when the chair developed a mechanical problem, Dad was stuck upstairs.
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