DROP NINETEEN
“Show me,” Patty demanded.
“No.” Hector waved her away. She could stand up and move around now, but that was pretty much all she could do. The mechdoc had said she needed to take walks as frequent as she felt like it, but not to strain herself. Bullheaded as she was, Hector needed to push her back on the bed after each walkabout.
He was doing the accounts on the dining table. He kept sighing and calculating, and Patty must have picked up on this.
She limped close and steadied herself on a chair. “Why won’t you show me?”
“It’s none of your business. I’m the owner, and this is my business.” He thought about it, not feeling so sure now. “Plus the part where you’re my second business. Whatever.” He waved her away. “Nevermind that! Shoo.”
She plopped her a*s down on the chai
