The next week went by, Kyle went to school with his finished report. His parents were to be home this afternoon. I decided to go by the nursing home. I saw Mr. Fletcher in the lounge area. He was reading a book. My book that I just recently published, my biography called Queen of The Woods.

"You love that book don't you Mr. Fletcher?"

He looked up and smiled.

"Sally, good to see you! Come over and sit with me."

"Yes sir."

I sat next to hm.

"I had to get a copy of it! It's very good and accurate. You depicted me as a hard ass at my old farm. it's a landmark now, still standing, even the beds. Fletcher Farm, a Great Depression workplace for child victims."

"I would like to go back and visit this landmark."

Mr. Fletcher laughed, then got quiet.

"Why do you keep visiting me after the depression? I'm not related to you, I was your boss!"

"You were like my second Daddy."

He smiled.

"You taught me how to drive, something that my parents would've done."

"You asked me and I accepted."

"I know."

"How's you family? Henry and everybody."

"Henry's doing fine. My grandson just finished a history report on the depression."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes sir. I helped him good."

A nurse walked in.

"Visiting hours are over in a few minutes."

"Thank you," Mr. Fletcher said.

"I hope he makes a good grade."

"I do too. I'll bring him next time I visit."

"That would be nice."

Soon, visiting hours were over.