DROP FIFTY-FIVE
Patty appeared at the door, holding herself upright by her good arm.
She looked pale and tired, not her usual strong self.
Hector ran up to her, “Hey, let me help you.”
She slapped his hand away. “I’m fine,” she grumbled. “I’m hungry.”
Hector smiled and presented the kitchen. “Pickles and cheese?”
“Totally. I gotta go to the bathroom first.”
“If you need help, just call out to me. Don’t be a proud fool like you normally are.”
“Screw you,” she mumbled and dragged herself to the bathroom.
They had a long meal. Patty ate with her left hand so it took some time. Thankfully, Hector had the foresight to turn the meal into bite-sized snacks, smoked turkey and cheese and pickle rolls, so she could just grab a bite by herself.
“You’re a tough woman,” he said honestly.
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