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had hurt like a bitch.
    He wanted to try again. Her stomach fluttered as images of his body tormented her. Why did he have to be so goddamn fine? His hard on had really affected her whoremones. And what on earth did he want to try again? Where was he headed with all his sexy trying?
    She opened the dish and her stomach rumbled. Taking the plate to her room, she sat in the bed and ate all of it slowly and reverently. Not only did the man look like a god, he cooked like one too. She’d never eaten anything that delicious in her life and couldn’t even begin to know what it was. She’d have to ask him. Maybe when she saw him at the appointment she’d schedule tomorrow.
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    Sofi hit end on her phone and turned on the washing machine. The deed was done, appointment rescheduled.
    “Sofi?”
    “Coming Gammie.” She raced to her grandmother’s room before she tried to get up on her own. “Wow, the queen has wakened from her beauty rest.”
    “I’m about to pee on myself and that won’t be none too pretty.” Her words bobbed as much as her head did.
    Sofia took the trembling outstretched hand and helped her to the bathroom. “I want to go out today,” her grandmother announced while she pottied.
    “Is that so? Where to?”
    “I wanna get my hair done. Saw my reflection yesterday and thought I was getting a visit from that hideous Albert Einstein.”
    Sofia laughed , loving her grandmother’s humor. “Consider it done. Heck, we may as well both get our hair done, what do you think?” She helped her back in the bed and her grandmother looked at her as she lay back against the pillow. “Don’t be silly Mary, you look beautiful enough.”
    Sofia’s heart dropped. “Thank you Gammie. You always mistake me for Aunt Mary. ” She straightened her covers and patted her frail legs. “I’ll take that as a compliment, she is very beautiful.”
    It was hard to watch her grandmother process her words. Watch as she fumbled through the cloud of confusion. “Yall damn well do look like twins.”
    The good thing about her Alzheimer’s was it seemed to only flash on and off. But then again, it was like a caution light on the road to the afterlife. A constant dreadful remin der of what was just up ahead.
    S ofia went to her room to dress, dialing Dara. On the second ring, her friend’s panicked high pitch voice blasted, “Where the hell have you been?”
    She sighed. “Moping. Sorry.”
    “Moping? And you didn’t call me? What happened?”
    “I don’t have time to rehash the whole thing. I’m taking Gammie to get her hair done. But I did get a second date even though the first one was screwed up.”
    “Shit, tell me while you get ready!”
    “Oh God, Dara, I’m really not sure what happened, all I know is our conversation went wonk over the stupidest…” she paused, “Oh my God, the good doc is a virgin.”
    D ara sucked in a long breath. “No fucking way! And he wants to conduct sex how to classes? Hello?”
    “I know. He’s a strange , strange man Dara. And too sexy for his own good. No, for my own good. And he’s like really into food. I mean when I asked why he took a profession that had him between the legs of women, he was all like disgusted with the idea he would be sexually interested. I mean seriously disgusted. But on the other hand, when I was eating his appetizers, the man looked like he was on the verge of orgasm.”
    D ara sucked in another long breath. “Well then that’s your angle . Food. You bake—”
    “Ha! Don’t even go there, the man is anti-fucking-sweets all the way. He lectured me when I told him I’d dreamed of becoming a baker, then topped it off with calling me a murderer.”
    “Whaaaat?”
    “Said I was killing myself and everybody else!” she cried, holding the phone with her shoulder and lacing up her sneakers. “God I was so pissed. Ended up leaving right after.”
    “For what? That’s not something to leave over!”
    “Well, it was to me. He insulted me. And my