"Bessie really likes you, and she had a lot of fun today," Colin Hawk said, gripping the steering wheel and driving along the interstate towards home, while speaking to Tommy in the passenger seat.
Tony Leon, with cat whiskers Bessie had drawn on his face, was curled up in the back seat, dozing off.
Tommy turned his face to look at his father, "For some reason, Dad, I always have the feeling that you're giving your last words. I hope it's just my imagination."
"Last words? No, not last words, but I've been having some thoughts recently. I think you should spend more time with Bessie. Although I rarely mention your mother after she passed away, I often think of something she used to say," Colin Hawk said with a touch of sadness in his eyes and a wistful tone in his voice, "You know, if your mother were still here, she definitely wouldn't let me..."
