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In recent days, I'd been accompanying a dating service group. My goal? To savor the complimentary refreshments at their gatherings while immersing myself in the vibrant social scene. In truth, I wasn't seeking romance but rather entertaining myself by watching the courtship rituals of today's singles. The group wasn't exclusively young people. Several older women were present, eagerly trying to find partners for their offspring. One particular day, one of these mothers dropped a revelation that caused quite a stir. She nonchalantly stated, "I possess 53 rental units, three luxury homes, and five lovable felines. All of this, along with

Comatose Cash Cow, My Sleeping Prince Charming

That evening, sleep eluded me. My slumber was filled with disjointed, unsettling visions that left me tossing and turning. Upon waking, I noticed my pillow was wet with tears. I lay there, staring upwards, an unexplainable sense of foreboding clinging to me even as daylight filtered through the window coverings.


Glancing at the timepiece, I realized it was well into the afternoon. I'd overslept considerably. As I sat up, I tried to shake off the peculiar melancholy that enveloped me. Perhaps I should visit the social security office or immerse myself in work to divert my thoughts.


Just as I was contemplating my options, an urgent rapping at the door startled me. I hurried to answer, finding Amanda there, her complexion ashen and her eyes filled with concern.


She grasped my hand, her grip shaky but firm. "Miss Greer, it's awful! Mr. Winslow... he's lapsed into another coma. The physician says he's now in a vegetative condition!"


Chapter 12