If Mabel was of the strength, she’d have physically cast Mrs. Smith out of her room. She cast a withering glance at the door as soon as Dory was given his marching orders. Mrs. Smith was saved a glare by the mere fact that Dory had been permitted to nurse her back to health. Apparently inching closer to her had been the final straw for the old-woman-turned-chaperone; never mind the fact that (aside from her and Dory’s physical…history), any modesty Mabel possessed had been completely dashed by her training and career as a healer. It was useless to argue with the woman however, and Mabel sighed, squeezing Dory’s hand as he pressed a kiss to her skin.
Behind him, Mrs. Smith looked like she’d swallowed a whole lemon and she tried to fight the grin on her face as she bid Dory good bye. And before Mrs. Smith could say anything else, Mabel rolled over and closed her eyes to get more rest, intent upon Dory being the last memory she had before she fell asleep, and decidedly not her landlady.
Behind him, Mrs. Smith looked like she’d swallowed a whole lemon and she tried to fight the grin on her face as she bid Dory good bye. And before Mrs. Smith could say anything else, Mabel rolled over and closed her eyes to get more rest, intent upon Dory being the last memory she had before she fell asleep, and decidedly not her landlady.
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