Ten minutes later, by this time, they were finished eating, and he stood and cleared the table, rinsing off the dishes in the sink. Mary stood and hobbled to bed. She sat and looked at him, watching the muscles tremble under his sweater as he hurried. She averted her eyes. Since when did he know how to wash dishes? And he was doing it right. Wow, she was that impressed.
"Does it seem a little warm in here to you?" she inquired as he turned and furrowed his eyebrows.
"No, actually, I am all right. But you'll be too warm with those sweats on," he answered. "Especially since the floor is warm and the heat from your swelling will warm your feet, you'll be warm. If your feet or face are hot, the rest of you will feel it. If you want, you can wear something of mine. I've got extra shirts in my
