Mark
I never knew how severe she was.
Arizona had tried to cater to me all day. She made me lunch, she cleaned my dishes, she even laid a napkin on my knee in case my food fell. She was constantly asking me if I needed something.
"If I need something, Blondie." I tell her. "I'll get it myself."
We watched four two and a half hour movies. That's twelve hours. Now, it was about seven in the afternoon, and Callie was going to be home anytime.
I had had to stop Arizona from finishing her chores, not once, not twice, but three times.
Latina would be home any minute.
"I'll be right back, Blondie." I say, heading to the bathroom.
