She can't help but love the twang in his voice just a little bit.
"I thought y'might feel that way. Let me get the tray, an' y'can eat right here. How d'you feel 'bout baseball?"
As she moves away, activity in the room returns to a slow hum. The paper bag crinkles as she takes it out of the basket, laying out the food on his now-empty breakfast tray; digging out the books and DVDs Miss Bar gave her; fussing with the laptop to get it to turn on.
Even if she did have to be somewhere else, she wouldn't dream of leaving his side.
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She can't help but love the twang in his voice just a little bit.
"I thought y'might feel that way. Let me get the tray, an' y'can eat right here. How d'you feel 'bout baseball?"
As she moves away, activity in the room returns to a slow hum. The paper bag crinkles as she takes it out of the basket, laying out the food on his now-empty breakfast tray; digging out the books and DVDs Miss Bar gave her; fussing with the laptop to get it to turn on.
Even if she did have to be somewhere else, she wouldn't dream of leaving his side.
(Somebody's got to keep an eye on him.)