Dad looked as if he was enjoying a weekend away from the office. He had a couple days beard that matched his Robert Redford, honey-colored hair. He had a slender buildâ€”except his bulging belly.
Dad liked lying on the couch eating pint after pint of Ben & Jerryâ€™s ice cream. Conchita teased him about his stomach, but not too much, sometimes he got a little touchy about it.
Conchita wasnâ€™t too sure why she was at the hospital. Dad had been acting kind of strange lately and was hospitalized at George Washington University Hospital a week ago.
Her mom called it a nude disorder and said Conchitaâ€™s Dad had to stay on the grounds as a nurse watched over him.
Conchita never could understand what was wrong with taking your clothes off. Sure you couldnâ€™t take off your clothes and run around the neighborhood, but Dad never did that. He just acted kind of strange sometimes and slept a lot.
Just as dad stuck his tongue out at Conchita, the automatic doors jerked open and Conchitaâ€™s Mom stepped out into the cold.
Against the cold, Mom raised her shoulders, tucked her head beneath the collar of her coat, and closed the flap on her double-breasted winter coat. Conchita wasnâ€™t sure why Mom had gone inside the hospital apart from Dad and her. All she knew was that Mom was supposed to talk to Dadâ€™s doctors about getting Dad out of the hospital.