stare.
“oh, stop it, you’re not in trouble,” i shoo-ed with my wrist to make light of the whole thing, and she snorted a small laugh. in the bathroom, she lowered her pants, sat on the toilet, and with a nod signaled she was ready. i closed the bathroom door halfway and ran to the nurse’s station to get madame help. once changed, the nurse helped madame to her bed. “the stress tired her out,” she said to me as i sat at my desk. madame closed her eyes, head atop pillow, body under blanket. i stayed in the room until she awoke so i could help her walk to the 