"Now you see! Everett's heart has always belonged to our Dorothy, not that Heather!" Jeffrey was left speechless by her blunt words. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched her vent. When the tirade was over, he finally murmured, "Are you still heading out for some beer?" "Yes!" Karen had the knack for being flexible - she had to express herself when discomforted, and so did when she was happy.
Jeffrey was still on the mend and not quite steady on his feet. Karen had to drive.
She wasn't used to drive, especially not in a luxury car. It took her a good while to figure out the controls before they were finally on their way.
Once at the supermarket, Karen pushed the cart and loaded it with a dozen bottles of beer. She wasn't sure which one tasted best, so she'd just try them all.
Jeffrey eyed her hoarding and pointed at the growing collection in the cart, "You're not going to get out of your bed tomorrow if you drink all those." "No worries, as I don't have to fret over Dorothy anymore. Everett's got her covered.” Karen picked up a can with a red label, inspecting it back and forth but not recognizing a single word. "Hey, you drinking?" A twitch tugged at the corner of Jeffrey's mouth.
"I'm still healing, remember?" Did she not care about anyone else's well-being, other than Dorothy? Karen paused, then gave an awkward smile, "Sorry, sorry, totally slipped my mind about your injury! Just that I thought you wouldn't feel the pain, considering it's a wound from your beloved woman, right? Shouldn't you be grinning and bearing it?" "Can we not bring that up again? I'm seriously done." Karen shrugged and even patted his shoulder in a mock-consoling gesture, "I'm just looking out for you, reminding you to keep your eyes peeled next time. Don't jump to conclusions without knowing the full story." Great, that advice was coming back to haunt him.
Jeffrey simply chose to keep quiet. If he couldn't beat her, he'd just stay out of her way, right? After shopping, Karen drove them back to the hotel. She glanced at the hotel's entrance, noting the prominent letter 'L" and pointed, "That 'L" wouldn't stand for ‘Lopez’, would it?" Jeffrey carried the bags and followed her. "Don't tell me that you don't know it is part of the family business of the Lopezes. This is just a drop in the bucket for the Lopez family. They probably wouldn't even notice it." Karen stared at the towering building and lost in thought. Jeffrey mistook her expression for admiration, but her mind was racing.
For Dorothy, confronting the Lopez family would be as hard as extracting a tooth from a tiger's mouth! How impossible it would be! They were deeply rooted; without Everett's protection, Dorothy might vanish from the world before she ever got her justice.
Dorothy had never felt so exhausted.
She had thought that he would be more restrained with the injuries, but...
She couldn't have been more wrong! His demands and whims were even more taxing than when he was in full health.
Worn out, Dorothy passed out without even making it to the shower.
The next morning, it was Dr. Quincy's knocking that jolted her awake.
"Who is it?" "Sorry to disturb your rest." came the apology from outside, "I'm here to change Mr. Lopez's dressing." Dorothy quickly rolled out of bed and Everett caught her wrist gently. his voice soft, "No rush, be careful.” "It's all your fault!" Dorothy glared at him before getting up and hurrying to open the window for some fresh air.
Then she went to open the door for Dr. Quincy, who stood outside in her white coat.
Seeing her in such a bleary-eyed, clearly worn out state, Dr. Quincy was stunned and asked with a hint of confusion, "What exactly... happened last night?"
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