sweet gesture and risk hurting her feelings. She’s in leggings and a dusky pink sweater that’s seen better days, her hair pulled back and her face makeup free. She looks like an angel sent to have mercy on the undeserving. ‘If you’re going to do the nurse thing,’ I quip, ‘we should at least get you a proper costume.’ She shakes her head at me and refills the spoon. ‘Very funny. Here.’ ‘I’m deadly serious.’ ‘There will be no boners today, thank you. You’re recuperating.’
