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From inside: “Michael, is that you? Come in! And bring my nosy neighbor too.”
“This is Michael,” she announced proudly. “He’s my new helper. I fired the agency yesterday.”
Michael unpacked the groceries with ease. “Miss Dorothy likes her crackers on the second shelf,” he said. “Tea bags go in the canister by the stove.”
“You fired the agency?” I asked. “Your kids know?”
Her smile dimmed slightly. “They don’t need to know everything. I’m not dead yet, despite their best efforts to plan my funeral.”
Michael sat down—this towering man moved with the care of a nurse. “Miss Dorothy, it’s noon. Want your meds?”
“Please, dear.”
He returned with her pill organizer and a glass of water. She patted his hand. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Curious, I asked, “How did you two meet?”
Michael chuckled. “Not exactly.”Continue reading…
