Before he could answer, the housekeeper returned.
Her name was Mrs. Alvarez.
She was a silver-haired woman in her sixties with soft eyes and a posture so straight she seemed incapable of being intimidated by anyone.
“Mr. Bennett’s evening routine begins at five,” she explained. “Medication, bathing, dinner, stretching exercises, then bed preparation.”
I nodded carefully, trying to remember everything.
“And if I do something wrong?”
“
Ask.”Mr. Bennett let out a humorless laugh.
“She means ask her. Not me.”
Mrs. Alvarez ignored him.
“He has limited movement below the chest. Some sensation has returned in his arms and hands, but he fatigues quickly. Never move him without telling him first.”
“I understand.”
“And Rachel?”
“Yes?”
“Do not treat him like glass.”
