Shirley
I’m beautifully dressed as I pull up to the curb, seeing Ralph’s grinning face as he waits for me. The doctors finally gave him the all clear and he’s able to leave the hospital - and we both insisted that I should be the one to pick him up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as he slides into my car. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”
“I’m glad to see you too,” I state back shyly. In a way my words are honest this time, but I would have said them more mischievously if I could have. I have high hopes for today.
“Actually, I’ve been in a pretty bad mood these last few days since I couldn’t see you,” I tell him.
As if feeling sorry for me, I watch as Ralph’s gaze becomes remorseful. And then I catch how his hand begins to move, sliding out of his lap and coming directly toward mind. Sick
