"Take everything off and put on these," she said, handing him a pair of redpanties and black thigh highs with red bows in the front. Bobby started tow...lk towards the side room to change.Margaret interrupted his attempt at privacy with a curt "ahem...righthere." He looked at her in disbelief; there was no chance he was about tochange in front of her."Please?" He begged."Fine. You can put on the panties in there so I don?t need to see your tinylittle thing, but come back out right after. You?ll. How are you feeling?"“I’m a lot better, Mom. The fever broke sometime after lunch. I’ve managed to sleep a little since then."For just a moment, her mother seemed to sag against the doorsill. “Oh, honey, I’m so glad."She pushed the door open, stepped into the room, and gestured towards the two books near the head of the bed. “I hope you like them. They’re supposed to be very good. Although I don’t think I can handle anything more about the Kennedy assassination. It gets me so depressed.After a. Not so much a betrayal but more of a twist. She smiled a bit wickedly in the moment – going off on her own. Wondering if some of her husband’s wild, impetuous streak was not rubbing off on her. The desire to do something unexpected – if not for spite then to show people that they shouldn’t take you for granted. The way was more pleasant that what she expected, and there were certainly more flowers and plants that she needed than the usual way. But after a bit it got darker. The trees became. It's normal. In a week, you probably won't remember much about this day at all."She doubted if Art heard her, though, because he had drifted asleep again, but this time it was normal sleep, and not due totally to the effects of the anesthesia."Go home, Sis," Sandra told her sister. "You're not going to get much sleep as it is. You know I'll take care of him." Yeah, I know. But I brought an overnight bag, and one for you, plus a clean uniform in case you decide to use the room tomorrow. I've.