Chapter 35

As Violet lays her head across my chest once again, I begin to feel self-conscious about how I must smell after being laid up in bed for a few days. I gently tap her on the shoulder again and teach her two more signs, the one for stinky and the one for bath. She gets a kick out of stinky and snickers for a moment at bath too until it sinks in that I'm asking her to join me in the tub.

“I'm injured. You're my nurse.” I feel a devious grin crossing my lips. “Earn your paycheck.”

Violet takes my hand and helps me as I gingerly make my way to the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Grandma smiling, and in the soles of my feet I can feel Grandpa's booming baritone singing. By the way Violet is grinning, I'm guessing he's pulled out his Barry White repertoire again.

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