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Millie had decided Benny’s recovery was now her responsibility.
I figured that out when I walked into the living room and found her standing over him with one hand on her hip while Benny stared up at her from the couch.
“You didn’t drink all your water.”
“I drank most of it.”
“That’s not all.”
Benny looked toward me for help, but I only leaned against the doorway and folded my arms. “She has a point.”
“You’re both terrible nurses.”
Millie picked up his glass and held it out until he took it.
“You got shot. You have to listen.”
Apparently that settled the argument.
Benny drank the rest while Millie watched with the kind of stern concentration usually reserved for hostage negotiations. When he handed the empty glass back, she nodded approvingly, tugged his blanket higher over h
