““Only way I can get any shut-eye is to sleep on the floor.” “I see.” “It ain’t permanent,” he said. “I’m working on it. I guess it’s about time! In the meantime, you know what I just put up? Curtain rods! I didn’t know there even was such a thing!” He showed me the rods he’d put up, and the curtains he’d hung from them. They were obviously used, but they were lovely, a burgundy-and-cream pattern made more beautiful by their fading, I thought, and I told him so. Three weeks later, he was sleeping all night in his bed. “It never was the bed’s fault,” he said. “Bed’s just great. But I’ll tell you something. Every night, I sit on the edge and think, ‘Now, do I want to sleep on the bed or on the floor?’ I guess that’s just the way it’s going to be with me.””
