"Thank you, Hazel." She appreciates it. Then after a while adds, "Can you offload the clothes into the laundry baskets?"

I nod, zipping off the bags and dumping each cloth into the laundry baskets.

She lies in the bed, and I decide to stay with her. We discuss a few things about their trip and some other little things.

But soon, her hand brushes her forehead, and she sighs.

"I think I have to sleep, Hazel. Permit me for some hours." She murmurs, closing her eyes.

I tucked ...