“But why, Mila? Coping with other humans has never come easy to me, and that day I had to deal with one problem after another and be nice to people whom I would not normally have given the time of day. “I haven’t talked about this before, but what will your lover think of you spending this time with me?”
“Lover?”
“You have one, don’t you? “She’s got it bad. “Coming”, I called, and – dragging on a pair of shorts over my naked lower body – I went to the door (I was still wearing the T shirt I’d slept in because why not?). I looked up at her, and I don’t know what I answered, but she helped me up along with her daughter and offered me a lift home. When she bathed me, her hands would gently linger on my stitches and she always smoothed back my hair and tell me what she could see about the rate of healing from her experience.
