Still Life
“a soft female voice was saying. “How are you feeling this beautiful Sunday morning, Mrs. Marshall? Did yesterday’s storm upset you? Your blood pressure’s still a little high, I see.”Casey recognized Harriet Friedlander’s voice from the previous afternoon and welcomed her gentle touch. How different it was from Patsy’s, she thought, as Harriet removed the tight blood pressure apparatus from around her arm, then gently brushed the hair from Casey’s forehead with the palm of her hand. She continue...d with her ministrations, running a warm washcloth over Casey’s face and hands, and then tending to her feeding tube. “There,” she said when she was done with everything. “Now you’re all set to face the day.”To face my death, Casey amended, hearing the other woman walk toward the en suite bathroom, and opening her eyes just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of neat gray hair and a crisp pink uniform.“How’s my wife this morning?” Warren asked, entering the room and approaching the bed, taking both of Casey’s hands, which Mrs.MoreLess
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