7
“You need to leave the house more,” said Nellie, for what was probably the thousandth time over the course of our friendship.
“I do leave the house,” I said. “I have the animals to take care of, and my garden…”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, not your house then. Your property. I mean, you’re gorgeous. And you’d know that if you got other people hitting on you too.”
I’d told Nellie that Ilsa and Thomas had seemed flirtatious, and her response to this was apparently that I should go out and be flirted with more.
No, thank you.
“I prefer not to interact with other people,” I said. “That’s why I’ve got all the animals.”
Nellie sighed and the smile faded from her face, replaced by closed eyes and a weary grimace. “Tell me about it. I love my patients, but their humans are something else e
