"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You look tired."
"I'm not tired," he told her, "just dirty - I wish I could borrow a towel from you so I could shower up in the vacant apartment."
"Oh, you don't have to go up there to shower," Bevery Mead told the husky, young college boy, "you can use my shower down here - it's much larger. And I can find another Tee-shirt for you. I think you are the same size as my late husband was."
"I - I don't want to put you out any," Steve headed about using her private bath right off her bedroom.
"Nonsense," she laughed. "I'm most grateful for what you've done to help me get these places cleaned up. You have no idea of how I've dreaded the task of fixing things up."
Steve thanked her and followed her obediently into her bedroom. The moment he caught sight of the king-s
