4
Brian was in high spirits, Sunday morning, as he spoke with Helen over Skype and made coffee. The fresh smell of the ocean breeze carried through the open window.
“Well, there’s this beautiful woman next door …” Brian pursed his lips to keep from laughing. And she dances n***d to this weird song almost every night.
“Ask her out,” Helen said whilst trying to feed Gracie. Each time Helen brought the spoon closer to Gracie’s mouth, she’d turn her head. Helen was patient, waited until Gracie looked at the image on the laptop, then slipped the pureed food in. Gracie grimaced and spat the food onto her bib. “Gracie, darling, you’ve got to eat.”
“What are you feeding her?”
“Peas. She normally likes them, but lately she’s been finicky. Anyway, have you asked your neighbour out yet or what?”
