. my mom's not feeling good ... Uhh ... I better stay home." And to prove my case, in walks his mom, light robe on, hair messed, definitely bedroom ha...r, and how sweet, a dried white something or other at the corner of her mouth."Well, how are you Mike? What can we do for you today, you boys going somewhere, would you like some lunch?" She didn't sound very sick to me.It's always sort of fun to twist the knife after it's all the way in. "No thanks Mrs. Peters, Karl was just telling me you don't. "When you do all the questions right, you also get a new TV," the doctorsays and begins with the questions. Fletcher answers as expected, butwith two mistakes, and afterward, the nurse is pushing him into awheelchair to bring him back to his flat."And here I am again, 24h freedom and now locked in again," Fletchermumbles, seeing that her apartment is decorated with unremovablereminders of him being Florence. Somehow, he felt nothing like Florencenow, just a Fletcher who fucked up. He takes a. My heels clacked on the tile floor. The air conditioning blew up intomy skirt. The front desk woman looked agog as I walked behind MistressDyvia. I waved my bracelet hand at her. I loved it.But it was only a moment. We were out the door, walking across theparking lot, over to the sidewalk and down the road. A few carspassed, but there was no one on the street. We turned the corner andheaded over to the bus stop. We passed two young men who did a doubletake, and at the bus stop an old woman. The little reprieve that she could afford herself was a nice afternoon alone at home, sitting by the pool or windowsill, with a nice cup of tea and a good book. Things were worse now, that her husband was out of town for a business trip for 2 weeks. Boredom was as sure as her feeling older than 42.But recently, she preferred the pool, for it gave her an excuse to be in that tiny bikini she bought at the store a month ago. The pool on the ground level of her apartment was a perfect place for her.