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I assured them I would be fine. It was early enough in the day that I could get down to home, and the hospital, with little worry about traffic.I made...my way down Route 1 crossing over from New Jersey into Pennsylvania. I recall pulling into the parking lot at Abington Memorial Hospital and wondering how I got there so quickly. It was auto pilot. It was adrenaline. I know I get in a zone when I drive. My "be ready for anything" persona kicks in.I quickly made my way to the Emergency Room.Our. ”“Work at it together and you can. Look at my grandpa and grandma. They’ve been married over fifty years and are still happy and work as a team. So far, that’s what works for us.”“That’s what Bennie says about his parents until his mother died of the sickness. He thinks that his dad wouldn’t have made it except for having promised to watch over him and Melody and helping them. He’s a good guy himself. He’s going to help his dad in the machine shop.”Shirley walked in and gave the back of my neck. I complimented her looks and physique, I also described what I would be doing next, laying it on thick about my showering after my exercises and how I had the afternoon all to myself, maybe to lie on the bed and watch the Olympics. "Oh that sounds a lovely, I wish I could watch that too." I quickly replied smiling,"Watch the Olympics or me exercising? Or even ... showering?"I laughed, she laughed but there was now a serious edge, then she said, "Oh am sure each would be worth watching".Her eyes. The breakfast buffet was complete, but not an exercise in ridiculous gluttony. An egg station had a chef that made omelets and fried eggs, but Steve skipped that for some scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. For her part, Brenda loaded up on a variety of fruits. “You should be eating healthier,” she teased Steve.“This is a resort, not a health club,” he retorted. He grabbed a few slices of buttered toast and tossed them on his plate.Brenda giggled and added a few slices of bacon to her own.
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