You're on." Great! Right then, Mr H, I'll get on with the cleaning. You go and do your thing and I'll let you know when I'm finished." OK, Sharon!"Ric...ard was appalled. It was like Sharon was looking on things as part of her job, an extension of her cleaning: a duty that possibly she owed to Rachel. He had to do something about it but wasn't at all sure what. Sharon was so bossy!He quietly got on with some work, made and drank a cup of coffee on his own mid-morning and got no further with. The stereotype about old white women is that they’re everybody’s grandma. Well, not this one. When I looked at her, I saw a vicious bitch and a first-rate man-hater. Not something to be coddled. Too many men blinded by chivalry and too much conscience can’t see mean-spirited women for what they truly are. I don’t have that problem. I’m not prejudiced. Not on the basis of gender, race, sexual orientation, or any other factor. You see, I hate everyone equally. You won’t believe how much clarity. They know him from previous postings or from the grapevine. Many commanders feel these patrol checks aren’t dangerous and are routine, but he never sees them that way. He doesn’t exactly run them by the book, but he does ensure full security and safety in doing them. Instead of two open field combat cars, mistakenly called Jeeps, and a troop transport he’s using one Jeep and two transports. He justifies the changes with better fire power, combat flexibility, and the ability to safely remove. Pale blue flip flops completed the outfit, her delicate feet looking thin and fragile. Her toes like her fingernails were unpolished, but still he could say they were cute and dainty like the rest of her. Wondering again what she used to look like, and if he should ask for a photo next time her mother was here. ‘No, Hugh that’s not really needed’ he chided himself. He couldn’t explain it but something about her had gotten to him, and he wasn’t used to feeling protective over his patients. ‘How.