After completing the groceries, Michael took a seat on the couch. This enormous, menacing man sat down with such care and gentleness. You must take your noontime prescription, Miss Dorothy. Do you want me to get them?
“Please, my love.” He proceeded to the kitchen. returned with a glass of water and a pill organizer. With such care, he handed them to her. She stroked his hand and swallowed her tablets. “Thank you, my love.”
I have to be aware. “How did you two get together?” Dorothy had a glitter in her eyes. “He attempted to take my handbag.” My mouth fell open. Michael chuckled. “Miss Dorothy, that’s not exactly what happened.”
“Near enough,” she remarked. “Tell her what happened.” Michael then informed me. Three weeks prior, he had been riding his motorcycle through our neighborhood.
Outside our building, I noticed Dorothy seated on the bench. She managed to get downstairs, but she was unable to get back up. The elevator wasn’t working.
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