Active communication between siblings revealed, Keith informed each sibling, that no one ever telephoned whatsoever, no one in the family. This was an ongoing cycle Keith had manipulated with siblings, knowing the family was never close. Therefore, he was grazing in cash, gift cards, and calling cards. Laughing is my reaction, Keith played this game perfectly with family members and maybe others. There are favorite stories he shared, after receiving his prosthesis and therapy, up walking around and backward into the drinking stage with people he met and precisely known around the vicinity. One night while out with a few guys, another male approached who didn’t know Keith, they were having a contented, flying high party, talking and drinking. Keith sat up on this brick wall when suddenly his leg fell off, clattering as it hit the ground! The newcomer began screaming, until another grabbed him to quiet him down. I'll bet that was a thunderclap! I asked Keith, “What did you say to that guy.”
“Nil, I watched him scream, it was funny.” Keith displayed a half grin.
Keith controlled his emotions, an expression without true happiness, although, I possess one photo I discovered years ago, an ecstatic smile. I asked him at that time, “Why are you smiling? You never smile, what made you happy at that moment?”
“I was high on LSD when that photo was taken.” Keith gave a slight