Kneel before me, I instructed. And once he did, I had no more instructions.
I mean, I did have some reason for asking him to kneel. But hell if I can remember. I don’t have Alzheimer’s. But I have had a lot on my mind. Church, taxes, nuclear war, the price of shampoo.
Sir? he said, looking up at me with innocent eyes. What do you want from me.
I then knelt in front of him. No, my friend, I retorted, as a light bulb went off in my head, “What is it that you want from me?”