around the corner into the dimly lit halls, Mike watched the pretty silver-haired lady slip into a dark room. What was she
up to? He looked up and down the hall to make sure no one was around and followed her. Next thing he knew, he ran smack into
she whispered. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
I should ask you that question,” Mike answered. “This isn’t your room.” A tiny little thing, she barely
came up to his shoulders. She put her hands behind her back, and Mike chuckled. What was she hiding? “I’m night
security,” he lied. “What’s behind your back?”
lowered her head and brought out a water pitcher. “It was only a joke.”
took her arm. “You better come with me.” He led her to the hall after a quick check to make sure it was still
empty. “So you’re the one stealing the pitchers.”
shivered and for a moment he felt sorry for her. What a mean trick, but he couldn’t help himself. He pushed open the
are we going?” Elsa stiffened and tried to pull away. “Where are you taking me?”
Her timid tone melted Mike. Time to confess. Damn, too late.
just a dog-gone minute.” She pulled away from him. “How do I know who you are? Where’s your uniform? Show me some identification.” Although she spoke in whispers, the tone of her
voice showed Mike she wasn’t buying his act.
by her sudden change of attitude, he stopped, raised his hands in surrender, and grinned at her.
are you? Where do you think you’re taking me?” She glared at him with the lightest, bluest eyes he’d ever
seen. Eyes that right now, he swore pierced into his.
“You’re a burglar, aren’t you?” She tapped her foot and crossed
her arms over her chest. “If you think for one minute, I’m going out that door with you, think again, buddy.”
stifled a laugh, finding her amusing, obviously she didn’t trust him. Not that he blamed her, he did lie to her, and
she didn’t know him from Adam. What did he expect?
were you doing in that room, buster, and if you don’t tell me who you are, I’m going to scream for help.”
okay, quiet down.” Hell, she meant business. “I was following you.”
He tried to sound serious, but he couldn’t. He found the whole situation humorous. “My name is Mike Powell, room
110, but I don’t belong in this home.” He held out his hand toward her.
none of us belong here,” she scoffed. “Why were you following me?”
she ignored his outstretched hand, Mike lowered it. “I was curious to see where you were going in the middle of the
Elsa tapped her foot. “So why are you here?”
fell and there wasn’t anyone to take care of me. My wife passed away three years ago, and I don’t have any children.
So they threw me in here for therapy.”
never see you in therapy.”
’cause I don’t need it anymore.”
So how come you’re still here?”
to go home to. I have more fun here. They don’t know I can get out of bed.”
just how did you pull that off?” Elsa seemed surprised to hear he had fooled the nurses into thinking he couldn’t
get out of bed.
“Simple, I refuse to get out of bed. Of course….” He combed his fingers
through his thinning white hair and laughed. “They don’t know about my night time escapades.
I know who you are. You’re that difficult man. I hear them talking about. You don’t eat, refuse to take your medicine,
or even get out of bed. They call you the ‘Geriatric Rebel’.”
chuckled. He liked the sound of her voice, musical, not raspy or whiney like the other women here. “So why are you here?”
he asked. “You don’t seem like the typical resident.”
kids are on vacation and don’t want to bother with me. I’m Elsa Logan, by the way.” Elsa turned away. “I
better get back. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” She left him standing in the hall.
of something familiar went through him as she disappeared down the hall and into her room.