A LITTLE BEFORE 9:00 a.m., Helen’s eyes flutter open. When she sees me sitting by her bed, I’m greeted with a warm, sleepy smile.
“You’re still here?” she asks.
“I promised I would be. Good morning, darling,” I say quietly, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek. “Did you sleep any better last night?”
“I did, thanks to you. Were you able to sleep?”
“I’m fine,” I say, trying to stifle a yawn.
“Yeah, it looks like it.”
“Don’t worry about me. What’s important now is getting you some breakfast.”
“I thought Anna was supposed to be here for that?”
“She made it, so the least I can do is serve it up to you, unless you’d rather come to the table.“
“Actually, I would,“ she says pleasantly, “but first I need to freshen up.“
She blushes a little bit at this and I realize that I need to make m
