Liz showed me her small apartment. There was a small kitchen, a small bathroom, and a larger room with a bed and chest of drawers on one side and a couch, table and chairs on the other side. After inviting me to sit on the couch she sat beside me. She said, “Mom says you’ve asked about me.”
“Yes, but until a few days ago she would tell me nothing.”
“That’s probably my fault,” she volunteered and then asked, “How have you and mom been doing.”
“Fine,” I said. Anal sex I checked on her again at dinner time. She had me help her to the bathroom and then back to bed. She was naked at this time and I had begun to accept her that way. She wanted another drink of gin and tomato juice and another cold cloth. She stopped me as I was leaving her room with the question, “Have you done the chores?” I told her I had and since she said nothing more I left, closing the door quietly.
