The word from the street
PHILIP
“Sharon [Tony’s sister] put a comment on the blog that she wanted to know what was happening since we hadn’t updated it in a while, which is true. I guess you could call it a slow news day, sort of.”
TONY
“Well, you can tell her that my ticker’s fine and my lungs are OK but my kidneys are putting up a good fuss today. And you can tell her I miss her too.”
PHILIP
“I’ll post it as soon as I get home.”
TONY
“I never told you about the times Sharon and me got taken away by Children’s Aid. Once when they had us, then they decided not to give Sharon have her bottle and she was balling. Believe it or not, I escaped from the CAS building and got her her bottle and I even escaped back in with her milk bottle and gave it to her.
“No one’s going to take away my sister’s milk bottle if I can help it, if you know what I mean.”
TONY
“So Sharon came by the other day like she said in that email. You know, it’s maybe ten years since I’ve seen her. She gave this book of photos of our family. You should see the one where I’m with my Mom. I’ll get it for you. We’ll even put some in the blog.”
PHILIP
“She’s your younger sister, right?”
TONY
“Yup. I was so happy she came by. I haven’t seen her for ten years almost.”
TONY
“You should tell Sharon that I love her.”
PHILIP
“That’s a bit out of the blue.”
TONY
“I’ve been meaning to say it for a while.”
PHILIP
“So I shouldn’t worry?”
TONY
“No more than usual.”
Homeless Man Speaks 