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“It’s what people do, Mary. They change their clothes, they brush their hair, they bathe,” he stressed the last word with a glare at her.

“We’ve been through this. You agreed you would.”

“Well Dexter thinks it’s silly.”

“Does he?” Solomon said, crossing his arms before her. “Well tell Dexter that I know right where I found him and I’ll happily return him. How about you let him know that if he wants to stay here, he’ll need to be for me, not against me.” He got somewhat in her face about it, just enough to let her know he meant business. He had to with her, or she’d walk all over him.

“For Pete’s sake, you’re ruthless,” Mary shrilled.

“And tell him he can cook your dinner and do your physical therapy too.”

She cackled. “Don’t reckon he’d be up for that-n.”

“I don’t reckon at all,” Solomon said, going over to kneel before her for inspection. “How are those legs of yours?”

“Sexy as all get out,” she said, pulling her bathrobe up and wagging her feet. “I could probably out run yah, but don’t want to make you look pitiful.”

He nodded laughing. “I bet you can,” he mumbled, happy to see no swelling. “Yes, very good. Much better.” He lowered the gown and put his hands on his upper legs. “I think it’s time to take this physical thing up a notch.”

She pawed the air with a hand, getting shy. “Why Mr. Solomon. I didn’t realize you liked little ole ladies.”

He lowered his head hiding his grin as she cackled boisterously at her little joke. “Very funny, Mary, soooo very funny.”

****

Solomon flew through the Walmart, throwing supplies in the basket. If the church looked at what he bought, they’d certainly wonder. He was doctoring animals for Miss Mary was the planned excuse. He tried to think like a woman in the toiletry aisle, trying to remember what they used that men didn’t. How the hell would he justify a pack of maxi-pads? He’d just pay for some of this with his own money, that’s how.

The food was last and Solomon shopped like he was preparing a meal for royalty. And his beggar’s budget squealed for him to stop. But she needed the best of the best in the condition she was in. He got several supplements for bones and skin and every manner of herb and food for quick healing he could find.

By the time he was driving home, he was in a panic. It was already 10:00 a.m. He’d gone as fast as he could and left a note for her in case she woke up and wondered, but even with all his hurrying it was going on four damn hours. He’d taped the note to the wall next to the bed so she didn’t have to really move to see it. He hated to say it but he didn’t think her sight would be working soon with those two horrific plums for eyeballs in the sockets.

The other dread was leaving her alone. She’d said the monster had left to go home and lived far away but what if she was wrong? Or lied?

Solomon eyed the area as he got out the truck and hurried to the cabin door with the key. He was relieved a little to find it locked still and quickly let himself in. He stared in the direction of the bed, momentarily blinded in the cabin’s dark interior. He finally made out that she was still in bed. Exact same position as before.

Panic slammed him as he raced to the side of the bed and pressed two fingers to her pulse. She woke up gasping for air like she’d been drowning, swatting at his hands. “It’s me, it’s me,” he hurried.

She finally calmed down, gasping in the bed. “I’m… thirsty.”

A wave of guilt hit him to think she’d been laying there, dying of thirst. “Okay, I got supplies and food. More medicine especially. I’ll get the bags out of the truck and get your drink.”

He ran the groceries and supplies in as fast as he could then locked the door, wishing he had a few more deadbolts. At least he had his shotgun again. He’d found it after searching nearly an hour for it, part of what took him so long. He was more worried that somebody else had gotten it than it being lost.

Solomon brought one of the small bottles of blue Gatorade to the bed and knelt next to it. “I’m going to tilt your head up so you can drink, okay?”

She drank from her swollen cracked lips until half the bottle was down then he stopped her.

“Let’s wait fifteen minutes before letting you drink more,” he said quietly, lowering her head back down. “Your swelling seems to be better.” By one percent. But it was better than nothing and he felt the need to give her good news. “And you’re about to eat some of the best food your mouth has ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

To Be Continued.....
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See you tomorrow,
Lucian