SPECIAL CARE AND BURNING DESIRE

I slowly limp back from the bathroom to my bed, feeling so tired of this room. It has been two good weeks since I had that accident, but it was not as serious as Andy is making it look. I only got a few injuries on the back of my head and my hip, and a very minor one on the hand, but this Andy guy has made a great deal out of it.

I don't get to do a single thing in this house. He has taken up all the responsibilities. He has even reduced himself to working from the house since the day I suffered the accident. He takes Angel to and from school, and he has hired a cleaner to do the laundry for us and mop the house. Well, since he can't cook and I have a sense that he can't allow anyone else in his kitchen, we have gone back to eating ordered food. The food from outside has its own special taste, I must admit, but the sweetest of our meals is the breakfast. Why? Andy devoted himself to making it for us.

I don't enjoy being babysat at all, but getting that special treatment from Andy hit