For a while, I have showed how awesome my neighbor is. She's beautiful, thoughtful and has been a constant source of strength over the last six months. There was this one time that I almost lost her due to my own pig headedness. It was not one of my best moments, but the fact we are still friends is testament how much of a saint she is.
I like to consider myself a normal guy. Normal is a relative term, especially today. When I say normal, I mean to say that I have some normal guy tendencies. One of these is the tendency to be stubborn when I start to feel ill. I was bred into this world with a strong work ethic. However, rarely does the work ethic have the contingency to include the common sense to rest when one starts to feel under the weather.
It was one of those times shortly after my wife passed when I started to feel sick. I did the traditional treatment method I was used to and started to use the vitamin C supplements to counter it as well as my diet which at the time was trashy. This was shortly after the first-time my neighbor seduced me, so I was not as in her grasp as I am now. She came over to use the pool as usual and was laying out on the deck with her turquoise bikini on. She was enjoying the sun on her soft skin when she heard me start coughing.
She looked up in the direction my cough came from before she wrapped herself in her beach towel and walked towards the house. By this time, I was sitting in my recliner trying to work on my laptop while coughing like a smoker. She knocked on the door and looked in. I tried to wave her away, but she entered the house anyway. As she walked forward, she could see the tissues strewn all over the floor. She saw the giant glass of orange juice on the table without a coaster. And she could see me wrapped in a blanket with my hand over my mouth as I started coughing again.
She looked at me in disbelief.
"Romeo, what is wrong?"
I looked at her weakly before trying to flash a smile.
