“My dear, there’s nothing wrong with that. And I feel honoured that you’ve confided in me.” I hoped she wouldn’t notice the tremulous feelin... that had quickened my heartbeat and my breathing, and the resulting tremor in my voice. “I don’t know why,” she murmured, “but I just feel that I could.” I felt her briefly relax against me, her arm slipping round my waist. Then she was gone again to help her aunt in the kitchen. By now a quiet turmoil was beginning in my mind and my senses. The. Was thirteen and pretty much your average teenboy. He had sandy blond collar length bushy hair, somewhat delicateface, green eyes and lanky frame. Puberty hadn't set in to change himfrom boy to manhood yet. He liked sports and rough housing with hisfriends. Bobby, as he preferred to be called, loved the New YorkYankees. His favorite was Micky Mantle but Yogi a close second. He wasat that point in life where he was becoming curious about girls. Bobbydidn't think they had cooties anymore. This was her first dead body. Rita left her to do the paperwork and morgue care - a learning experience.Walking back into the unit, she gave the all clear to the other two nurses and they quickly returned to their own little worlds. Rita checked on Ralph, 86 year old with pneumonia on a vent. His family was of the 'save him at any cost' variety and so they were keeping him from his inevitable end. Sad from Rita's point of view. Next she headed into George's room. Now George was a whole. I decided to makehim spaghetti and meat balls. When the meal was ready, I served him andalso poured him a glass of white wine. He had me sit across from him andwatch quietly as he ate. I must have been looking longingly as he sippedhis wine, for he told me, "I would guess you have had enough to drinktoday bitch, but if you are still thirsty, I will soon need to peeagain." His serious manner made me shudder. "No Master, I am fine, thank you."After he finished his meal, I cleaned up the kitchen.