What do you want?" she says to him.
Raising his hands in innocence, he replies, "Why, nothing, Mom. I'm just watching the TV."
The old man is senile. She hardly understands a thing he says.
She turns back to the path. And there he is, emerging from the pines, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt draped loosely over his thin but sturdy frame. He walks with an easy gait, a little bowlegged, as he makes the bend and then lowers his head for the trek up the long hill. After a time, he looks up and she waves.