â€œIâ€™m going down there tonight to be with her, you know that donâ€™t you?â€� David smiled and tugged on Jamesâ€™ arm. â€œHelp me down from this stool will you?â€�
James steadied his friend as he slipped off the stool. â€œWhat do you mean David, are you in any shape to walk down that hill?â€�
â€œPerhaps not, but tonight is my last chance. I wonâ€™t be here tomorrow.â€� David grabbed his cane and headed back into the house.
â€œYou know James, I do understand why you and Alex have become so close. He needs you now perhaps more than ever.â€� Walking to the bar and pouring two drinks, David felt as though several pounds of weight was slowly being lifted from his shoulders. â€œHere, my friend, youâ€™ll need this I think. We need to talk.â€�
â€œI have a story to tell and I donâ€™t want you to interrupt, let me get it out and then you may respond in any way you wish.â€� David sat on the sofa and tapped on the cushion beside him. â€œCome, sit beside me.â€�