Chapter Sixteen
Clarence hid behind a tree right off the nursing home parking lot, hugging his arms. Chilly this evening.
Miss Henningway slammed her car door—hard.
Hurry up and leave Administrator Lady. The bathroom beckoned.
On with her sunglasses.
Clarence checked the level of the sun and doubted she'd need them past the parking lot exit. She didn't look happy ... but then she never looked happy unless she was bragging about nursing home award she had achieved.
Oh, and when she came onto him. Flirt. No, there were other words for women like her. It'd been less than a week and she had: brought him coffee, made herself his tablemate in the dining room, offered to help him get ready for bed. What the hell? He'd been sixty years without a woman and he sure as hell didn't want to
