Malamaloke

"You okay?" He said, as we walked out onto the street. "Sure thing son. You know me. I'll be fine." His wife stood outside with my granddaughter. "Are you sure dad? I mean, if you need something, anything.." I laugh at my sons antics. He still is a bit of a child sometimes. Has never been good with words. But then, neither am I. "Go home. I will handle the rest." We hug  and he drives away. Back at home I pull my jacket off and hang it up. There is still this old blue Jacket on the hook. I always hated that stupid thing. Made of the fines wool! Pfft, more like the finest hedgehogskin, if you ask me. But no one ever asked me. I should throw t