be honest, these visits will help your research as well.
She stripped off the sweatshirt, cut the tags from her new shirt, and slid the plus-sized garment over her head. She felt better already as she wound her scarf tight and put on her gloves. Her wig kept her head warm. Her coat was lightweight but with the extra padding over her body, she really didn’t need anything warmer.
As she locked her door, she saw Mrs. Mitchell’s curtain flip again. I have to remember to phone her when I get back. She gave a little wave and turned down the street to the entrance to the park, then down the paved walkway alongside the lake toward Care Manor. She and all of the residents in the Care Manor were neighbors. If she weren’t involved in this research, how long would it have taken her to come to this simple realization and drop in for a visit?
Every parking space was taken. Of course. Saturday afternoon, visiting hours. She looked around. So any of you belong to Big Spender Jake? He probably drives an oversized pick-up truck to haul his load of assumptions with him. She didn’t want to see him any time soon because she might just swing her satchel at him. It would have been easier if Frank had been outside, but he wasn’t. She checked her wig and makeup in the reflection on the glass front door. The thought of running naked in the snow kept resurfacing while rivulets of perspiration settled around her belly. The costume’s cleaning instructions were precise; she should wipe the inside down and then every other day rinse the body suit gently and hang to dry. Tonight was definitely a hang-to-dry evening.
Robbie signed the visitor book and with Frank’s room number on a piece of paper crushed in her palm, she plodded down the hall. The Candy Striper stopped her juice cart. “Are you all right, Miss? I can get you a wheelchair if it would make visiting easier. You’re looking very warm.”
Robbie pictured herself seated and with her arms stretched to the sides trying to roll the wheels and stay in a straight line. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m fine.” She directed every last bit of energy to her feet. If she’d stayed home with her feet up, she wouldn’t look as if she’d just completed a track run rather than a walk across the park. She’d have to sit while she visited with Frank.
When she reached his room, she tapped on the partially open door, then nudged it with her hip. The door swung open to Jake sitting in a lazy chair. The sweet greeting slipped back behind her lips and she felt every ounce of cotton and latex pulling at her muscles. Jake put a finger to his lips and pointed to the bed. She stood half in and half out of the room.
As if sensing her presence, Frank sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Don’t anyone ever let me sleep through company.”
Robbie focused on Frank, noting the lavender crescents settling under each puffy lower lid and the pale draped folds of skin stretched into a smile. She stepped forward and reached for Frank’s hand. “Hi. The geese send their greetings.” She smiled. Fake it until you make it . She leaned on the bed with gratitude, because the only visible chair had Jake with his half-baked ideas sitting in it.
“Hang your coat on the hook behind the door and sit yourself right up here beside me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman in my bed,” Frank chortled.
Exhaustion hung around her lips before she collected herself. She slipped out of her coat and hung it up. Then she hoisted her bottom toward the center of the bed and let her loafers fall to the floor. “Don’t mind if I do. It’s been awhile since I’ve crawled into a man’s bed while company looked on.”
Frank let out a huge laugh. “Jakey’s used to seeing me and his grandma in bed together.”
“Granddad, you know this is different,” Jake said as he leaned forward in the lazy chair. “Robin isn’t Grandma.” There was a hint of puzzlement under his words.
“Jackass.” Frank supported
She stripped off the sweatshirt, cut the tags from her new shirt, and slid the plus-sized garment over her head. She felt better already as she wound her scarf tight and put on her gloves. Her wig kept her head warm. Her coat was lightweight but with the extra padding over her body, she really didn’t need anything warmer.
As she locked her door, she saw Mrs. Mitchell’s curtain flip again. I have to remember to phone her when I get back. She gave a little wave and turned down the street to the entrance to the park, then down the paved walkway alongside the lake toward Care Manor. She and all of the residents in the Care Manor were neighbors. If she weren’t involved in this research, how long would it have taken her to come to this simple realization and drop in for a visit?
Every parking space was taken. Of course. Saturday afternoon, visiting hours. She looked around. So any of you belong to Big Spender Jake? He probably drives an oversized pick-up truck to haul his load of assumptions with him. She didn’t want to see him any time soon because she might just swing her satchel at him. It would have been easier if Frank had been outside, but he wasn’t. She checked her wig and makeup in the reflection on the glass front door. The thought of running naked in the snow kept resurfacing while rivulets of perspiration settled around her belly. The costume’s cleaning instructions were precise; she should wipe the inside down and then every other day rinse the body suit gently and hang to dry. Tonight was definitely a hang-to-dry evening.
Robbie signed the visitor book and with Frank’s room number on a piece of paper crushed in her palm, she plodded down the hall. The Candy Striper stopped her juice cart. “Are you all right, Miss? I can get you a wheelchair if it would make visiting easier. You’re looking very warm.”
Robbie pictured herself seated and with her arms stretched to the sides trying to roll the wheels and stay in a straight line. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m fine.” She directed every last bit of energy to her feet. If she’d stayed home with her feet up, she wouldn’t look as if she’d just completed a track run rather than a walk across the park. She’d have to sit while she visited with Frank.
When she reached his room, she tapped on the partially open door, then nudged it with her hip. The door swung open to Jake sitting in a lazy chair. The sweet greeting slipped back behind her lips and she felt every ounce of cotton and latex pulling at her muscles. Jake put a finger to his lips and pointed to the bed. She stood half in and half out of the room.
As if sensing her presence, Frank sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Don’t anyone ever let me sleep through company.”
Robbie focused on Frank, noting the lavender crescents settling under each puffy lower lid and the pale draped folds of skin stretched into a smile. She stepped forward and reached for Frank’s hand. “Hi. The geese send their greetings.” She smiled. Fake it until you make it . She leaned on the bed with gratitude, because the only visible chair had Jake with his half-baked ideas sitting in it.
“Hang your coat on the hook behind the door and sit yourself right up here beside me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman in my bed,” Frank chortled.
Exhaustion hung around her lips before she collected herself. She slipped out of her coat and hung it up. Then she hoisted her bottom toward the center of the bed and let her loafers fall to the floor. “Don’t mind if I do. It’s been awhile since I’ve crawled into a man’s bed while company looked on.”
Frank let out a huge laugh. “Jakey’s used to seeing me and his grandma in bed together.”
“Granddad, you know this is different,” Jake said as he leaned forward in the lazy chair. “Robin isn’t Grandma.” There was a hint of puzzlement under his words.
“Jackass.” Frank supported
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