Robert had to look at his options and then make a decision about where he was going to live. I had to make a decision, too. Could I take care of Robert? The only other living being I had ever taken care of was my Persian cat.
When I awoke the next morning, I found Robert asleep in the wing chair. I tiptoed out the door and went to work. Calls home that day went unanswered. That afternoon, when I got home, there was a napkin taped to the kitchen table.