Molly volunteered to do something about Wilbur. She wasn't sure how to go about it with a married man and no life, but she was willing to try. She continued to talk to him frequently, looking for clues into what makes him tick. The breakthrough came one day when she tripped and fell, turning her ankle.
Wilbur saw her fall and came running. He helped her up, but she couldn't walk on her ankle. He let her lean on him until he could get her to the couch. He went to get an icepack from the first aid chest and knelt before her. She was trying to get him to not worry about it, but he began carefully removing her shoe. He wiped her foot carefully and slowly. He then put her leg up on the couch and put the ice pack on her ankle. He then wrapped a bandage around it to hold it to the swollen ankle.
"Now, Miss Molly, you must stay here and let that ankle rest. Give the icepack a chance to help the swelling go down. I will come and check on you periodically. I really think you should go the clinic and have it checked out." She watched him as he washed her foot and take care of it. She figured he probably was just happy to get the opportunity to touch her anywhere. He kept coming back to check on her and each time, he would unwrap her ankle and massage it to see if it was getting better. She was starting to figure out he might have a foot thing. That would be good for her. She could let him do that and it would be a simple way to get him off and make him happy about being there.
Desirae came in later to see her on the couch with her ankle bandaged. "What happened to you?"
"I tripped over the corner of a chair and twisted my ankle. It is a little swollen and sore."
"That does it. You are going to the clinic. I will get Tiff to take you." She started after Tiffany when Molly stopped her.
"How about you ask Wilbur to take me?" She winked at Desirae. Desirae looked at her funny for a moment but agreed.
"Wilbur, would you come in here a for a moment, please?" He came running. "Would you mind terribly taking Molly to the clinic? Tiffany is busy and I have a meeting."
"Yes, ma-am. I would be happy to take her." He helped her up and supported her as they went to his car. When they got to the clinic, they filled out the paperwork and waited for the doctor. They got the chance to talk for nearly an hour waiting. By the time the doctor came to see her, they were almost friends.
The doctor took an x-ray, and nothing was broken. She just had a bad sprain and would have to stay off it for a few days. When they were finished, she asked him if he would take her home, and he readily agreed. He helped her into her apartment and into a soft chair. He put a footstool under her foot and a cushion on that. He was about to leave when she spoke up.
"Wilbur, I hate to impose, but could I get you to do me a little favor?"
"Certainly, Molly. What would you like me to do?"
"Could you take the bandage off and rub my ankle? You made it feel so much better when you did that before, and it hurts now."
He smiled and knelt in front of the footstool. He carefully unwrapped the bandage. It was a little swollen and blue. He carefully started massaging her ankle.
"Maybe you could go into the bathroom and get a washcloth and get some of that liniment off me?" He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth and began washing her foot and ankle. He continued long after he needed to, and Molly was sure she had him. When he finally stopped, she looked him in the eye and said, "Would you please do the other foot too? That felt so nice, and I don't want it to stop."
He took her other leg and put it up on the footstool. He carefully removed her shoe and sock. He washed her foot and ankle until it had wrinkles from the water.
Molly smiled at him. "You are so kind to me. My foot and ankle feel so much better now. I don't know of anything else you could do that would make them feel any better." Before he thought it through, he bent down and kissed her foot. He realized what he had done immediately, and stood up, apologizing.