Ten

CHAPTER TEN

David

I would have thought Mrs Smith was in a bad mood or she was giving me ex-convict treatment if I didn't know better. She was one of those people who showed hard love.

"You want to be a child so Helen can spoon food into your mouth," she says, setting up the BP apparatus. Helen is sitting on another cushion. My gaze rests on her and she moves her eyes away. Helen gets to her feet, wiping her hands on her sweat pants. "I'll be in the other house, Incase you need me." She is looking at Mrs Smith, not me.

"Oh no, darling," Mrs Smith says, strapping my arm with the rubber cuff. "I need you now."

Helen nods and sits back with her eyes moving about the place. I can tell she would rather not be here. I feel bad that I'm taking her away from other engagements she could have, but for a chance to stare at my wife without being at the receiving end of her anger, I will be sick again.

Mrs Smith gets done with checking my blood pressure and she gives me a stern look. "You're