The policeman tells me that Dad is dead, but I do not trust him. Last year when I was trying to change my flat tire the same policeman said I was acting in a "threatening manner" and took me to the hospital because he said I was "talking crazy." I was only telling him what the directions on the Fix-a-flat can said and he thought I meant the can was talking. Now, that WOULD be crazy.
But this is different. People think I don't understand because my mind gets scrambled sometimes but I know what I know. And I know they all think Dad is dead, even Mom who should know better. But Dad gets really tired, and he sleeps for a long time, and we just need to let him sleep and then he'll be okay.
Small town. I'm not sure it was the same one, but Allen said it was.
I remember the problem with the flat tire. I didn't realize it was the same policeman.