“Veronica, be a love and hand me my pills?”
The voluptuous blond was traipsed on the couch watching an infomercial. “Here.” She thrust the bottle at the older gentleman in his wheelchair.
His feeble hands fumbled. Pills scattered everywhere.
She paused her show and scowled at the mess.
He started panting.
Die already, she cursed.
He grasped his chest.
“I’m through, Edward. I can’t take your vile touch or raspy voice anymore. Good-bye!” She stormed out.
Edward fell to the floor and swallowed a pill. He speed-dialed his phone.
“She finally broke, Sanford. Release the hounds!”