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“Charlie,” the old man corrected. “—You seem really nice, and this is your first day here, so I’m going to warn you.” Rebecca stepped around and crouched in front of his wheelchair, placing her hands firmly atop his own dark, weathered hands. “Do you see what Linda’s doing, how she’s greeting the residents?” Opposite the hall from them, another attendant in scrubs was doing her rounds checking on the rooms, and they could hear her jovial voice calling out to the occupants inside. “We call on each and every one of our residents by their first names,” Rebecca explained. “Because you’re not just… patients, or wards, here at Shady Oaks, you’re part of our community. Our family.” “That so?” he grunted, not buying into her sales pitch at all. “It is. Now the man you’d be rooming with, Jim, he is a racist, kinda, but not at all in the way you’d think, not towards people of your… color.” Her voice amateur drifting further away from the soft-spoken, somewhat sleepy tone she was used to using at work, and a bit of Mara’s no-nonsense tone beginning to creep in. “Jim only has problems with Charlie. ” “Say what now?” “I want you to know pov that the problem isn’t with the color of your skin—it’s the name Charlie that would be a problem. There’s demons that Jim has to deal with, demons named Victor Charlie. After what happened in Vietnam, Jim had some… recurring episodes, and his family felt it was better for him to stay someplace quiet, where he could feel safe all the time.” “Victor Charlie,” Charlie repeated back to her in disbelief. “Victor Charlie as in, Viet Cong? ” “Not everyone here in assisted living is here just because they’re a miserable old cuss,” Rebecca chuckled, dropping completely out of her normal sweet and serene, sing-song voice entirely. The Mara audible now in her manner of speech was blunt and Hardcore direct. “Now, imagine you’re sharing Jim’s room and one of the girls has to come in and check on you, for any reason. What trigger words are going to jolt him awake? How is Charlie this morning? Is Charlie awake and alert? There’s going to be hamloaf in indian the dining hall today, but you’ll have to skidaddle, because Victor Charlie is moving in, and you won’t have any support? ” The balding old black man in the wheelchair paused for interracial a long moment as he considered the implications. “Bull—shit. You think some l’il thing like someone sayin’ Charlie gon’ set him off?” “…Little things setting him off is the reason he’s with us in assisted living, yes,” Rebecca nodded. “He has good days… and he has bad days. Now, I’m not saying a flip will switch and he’ll turn into some crazed maniac—” “A switch will flip,” Charles corrected absentmindedly. “Yes, that’s what I said? He won’t turn into some crazed maniac, and it isn’t dangerous for you, but it’s very distressing for him. It takes a toll on him, he’ll shake, have fits. Then she left for amateur her parents house. You know the stuff I am talking about. I see Trini, Lashun, and Nisha with Kyle. I stared at him while he explained. I got pov mad and pushed him away and came home.” “Yeah. The next two weeks of training in St. Louis and Denver also went well. Sonia , who was also a part-time real-estate agent, now spent part of her time on the web-cam he had set-up in Hardcore the den . Marty took 50% of the profits . Also Sonia was very popular in the european porn scene , Marty had a made a few movies of Sonia with her lesbian friends . Some were in the 60s while others in their 20s . I see from your thoughts that the Father of Lies has worried you about their fate.” The angel turned his formidable and enchanting gaze on Shelly. He pushed slightly, on his mothers hips while pulling out only a inch, before indian ramming it back in to the hilt. interracial