Ivy
After a cold shower that helped wash away the day’s tension I left for Mrs. whites. She was my fixer in case the usual one was not in the mood. And she wasn't, no words needed to prove that her actions already did. We were going to talk about it some other time, perhaps once the storm of emotions had subsided.
"Hello Mrs. White, here you go" I handed her a fruit basket.
"Oh dear, you didn't have to"
"But I did. Besides you're really going to help me a lot, am sure of leaving this house feeling better than I came in"
"Your blind optimism in me is pleasing, bring it on kiddo" we hugged for long, and for that one minute or so I let out all the worry and my mind went blank there. She was kind enough to stroke my back gently whispering inaudible words in my right ear, an irritating se
