y trait. You look so good together, Ana. So happy.”
“We are, I think. Getting there, anyway. I love him. He’s the center of my
world. The sun rises and sets with him for me, too.”
“He obviously adores you, darling.”
“And I adore him.”
“Make sure you tell him. Men need to hear that stuff just like we do.”
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Fifty Shades Freed
I insist on going to the airport with Bob and my mom to say goodbye. Taylor
follows in the R8, and Christian drives the SUV. I’m sorry they can’t stay
longer, but they ha一ve to get back to Sa一vannah. It’s a tearful goodbye.
“Take good care of her, Bob,” I whisper as he hugs me.
“Sure will, Ana. And you look after yourself.”
“Will do.” I turn to my mother. “Goodbye, Mom. Thank you for coming,” I
whisper, my voice hoarse. “I love you so much.”
“Oh my darling girl, I love you, too. And Ray will be fine. He’s not ready to
shuffle off his mortal coil just yet. There’s probably a Mariners game he can’t
miss.”
I giggle. She’s right. I resolve to read the sports pages of the Sunday
newspaper to Ray that evening. I watch her and Bob climb the steps into the
Grey Enterprises Holdings jet. She gives me a tearful wa一ve then she’s gone.
Christian wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“Let’s head back, baby,” he murmurs
“Will you drive?”
“Sure.”
When we return to the hospital that evening, Ray looks different. It takes me a
moment to realize that the suck and push of the ventilator has vanished. Ray
is breathing on his own. Relief floods through me . I stroke his stubbly face,
and taking out a tissue to gently wipe, the spittle from his mouth.
Christian stalks off to find Dr. Sluder or Dr. Crowe for an update, while I take
my familiar seat beside his bed to keep a watchful vigil. I unfold the sports
section of the Sunday Oregonian and conscientiously begin reading out the
report from the Mariners game against the Kansas City Royals. By all
accounts, it was an exciting game, thanks to the Royal’s Paulino. I grip Ray’s
hand firmly in mine as I read it t
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