* I'm not sure of what I was thinking about as I sat there. I don't even know if I was thinking, but I feel like just sitting on the bed, getting lost in my thoughts. (Then again maybe that's not a good idea) If anything I wish I could just stop thinking.
I feel a little uncomfortable undressing in front of her, even though, she was helping me. (My own housekeeper stopped helping me while I was still in elementary, so I'm pretty much a professional now) I just let her do her job
It's not like she was staring, but I've only ever changed in front of Maggie and I guess Dean. I hold back tears at the thought of Dean. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing and how much he must be suffering as she held my hand, to help me step into a large clawfoot tub.
She lets my hand go after I
