By the time I got back in the living room, with the few things I'd found, I noticed the way her eyes were starting to droop that she looked pretty tired.
"I found a couple of tees, and a sweatshirt and pants that shrunk in the dryer, and a few pairs of shorts with drawstrings, that might fit, if you tie them up."
"Thanks," she said, stifling a yawn.
I gestured at the hallway, and suggested, "Why don't I show you to your room, so you can get some sleep. You look beat."
Once I showed her the bathroom and found her a new toothbrush, she pushed up on her toes and surprised me when she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and said, "I really do appreciate you taking me in like this, James."
Stroking her back, I said, "No problem. Just get some rest."
Poor lady had been through a lot in one
