It was my turn to save her.I waved Mom out of the room and closed the door behind us, before I motioned Mom over to my tiny sofa couch."Mom, we had su...h a fantastic time, last night and today. I can't let Dad steal that away from us. I think instead of just sitting around here moping, we should go do it, again." Do what again? Do you mean the club? No… I couldn't; not dressed like this."Mom hadn't changed since the park, and I knew she was correct. Her light top and shorts wouldn't be that warm. A former patient? And what was that remark about the car? My jaw dropped."Tara?"She smiled and nodded."Oh my god, come in, come in. What are you doing here? Helen's not here. She went away for the weekend. Oh my god, come in."We went into the living room and I couldn't stop asking her questions about her life and her family. I was so happy to see her."I'm so sorry about Mrs. Starr," she said. "I meant to call, but I couldn't. I heard it was a car accident." No, it was an aneurysm. One minute. I went to the nearest shop and lurked around for half an hour or so, but no luck, they were either wearing shorts or pants. Guess it is time for my back-up plan. I decided to place a camera within the shop, as it has only 1 bathroom, so the bathroom is shared. I look around, trying to find some good spots, somewhere clear but not noricable, then I get an idea. I put some paper towels on top of the toilet, not the seat, and then on the counter that is in front of it, I make a pyramid of paper. “Yeah,” I told her. “I’m feeling pretty damn good actually. Why? Don’t I look it?”“You look high,” she said. “I figured they must have put you on some kind of new medication.”I shook my head. “No, nothing like that,” I assured her. “I’ve just been in a good mood all day.”She nodded. “Well, it’s weird. Cut it out. Moan about the pain or whine about being stuck in here or whimper about the hospital food or bitch about getting an infection in the first place. You could at least complain that the.