A Care Giver Providing Real Care
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“Do you like chess?” Abel asked her as she emerged from the bedroom. He had noticed her radiant look and suspected she had taken the time to quench her own desires. Good for her. He was amused by the way she avoided making eye contact. She was like a shy woman trying to act casually when, in fact, there was nothing casual about anything that had happened today. No, today had been magical and a threshold that had been reached many days ago had finally been breached. From now on, Abel was certain, things would be different and better for it. Better for both of them.