Melting The Ice Queen

Later that evening, after dinner, as the three of us sat watching TV, Debbie had remarked that her mother was moving around a lot better than this morning and that her neck appeared to be feeling much better and asked her what she had done to help it heal.

"Well" said Edith, as I held my breath wondering what she would say, "after trying a soak and the heating pad I took your advice and asked Michael to rub some ointment on my neck. You were right; he has such gentle hands. It did help tremendously. Maybe he wouldn't mind giving me a massage again sometime."

Debbie looked over at me in stunned, wide eyed silence. All I could do was stare blankly back at her. "Thank you Michael" whispered Debbie. "I know how hard that must have been; for both of you."

I just smiled and shrugged. If she only knew how hard I had been, she would have killed both her mother and me. "Anytime," I replied. "Like I said before, I'm just here to help."

To be continued....