Clive had not felt a woman-s breast in decades. Sex She turned her head. Her toes pointing straight ahead…not off at an angle. Two shades of black vertical lines running the full length of her dress. It was late at night, near eleven pm actually…but that is how she worked. MY God he thought…the luck, to have such a woman pass by me… She walked like a young woman who attended one of those special schools where they teach you to walk, Clive mused. She stopped for a moment and smiled at the lonely old man lying on the gurney… Sally propped up his head so he could see better and walked on… Walking thru hallways past sick and injured people; stopping at the foot of one patient, a child. Sally proceeded without question. …Sally loves heels. Sally propped up his head so he could see better and walked on… Leaving after squeezing the child-s bare foot… Such a simple thing bringing so much comfort…or pleasure… Sally left the room and talked with Peter for ten plus minutes. [Sally liked to expand metaphorically Biblical passages.]
She kissed Clive on the cheek, talking quietly of the life that awaits him.
