She mentioned mom been stressed the past week or so and it probably lowered her immunity. I just shrugged, telling her she sees her more than I do. We...had room service deliver breakfast which was okay, mostly fruit with oatmeal. Tam had converted me to eating better which made ordering easier, two of whatever.We checked on mom about every hour, putting the ‘do not disturb’ sign out on her door. I took her prescription to the pharmacy when it opened to get it filled. My French was adequate for. He would wait only a minute for his friends, one minute, and no longer…he wasn’t even sure he could wait that long. Suzie Larson reemerged from the kitchen with a small stack of envelopes. ‘Sorry about that,’ she said, ‘I’m just not sure how the mailman can keep mixing these up!’ ‘Yeah, I guess there’s no competency test for delivering snail mail,’ Bobby said, hoping Mrs. Larson would laugh at the joke. She didn’t, but at least smiled politely. Bobby loved that smile, so even and bright, teeth. Who else would stand up for the rights of men, uphold the rights of blacks, and to defend uncircumcised males right to a choice and all that? Yeah, that’s what I thought. I come back from my self-imposed exile and celebrate my triumphant return in style. With me is my longtime friend, confidant and sometime lover Crystal Benoit, whom I knew since my high school days. She’s really something. A tall, large and lovely gal with bone-white skin, long black hair and pale blue eyes. You know my taste. He didn’t get to keep her for the day, other people and dates taking her away to places she didn’t feel the need to explain. Mel of course gave her the breakfast in bed, the candy and flowers, the card and gift, a bracelet that matched the necklace and earrings he had given her for Christmas. It was a pleasant morning spent in bed, and Tracy thought she was being kind when she unthinkingly threw out the thought that older guys were a lot more considerate about these kinds of romantic things..