“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Allen asked. Lucia turned to look at him.
“Work, where else? Something you should be busy looking for yourself,” Lucia said as she hastily applied make-up to her face.
“I wonder why you take time to make up your face when only sick and dying people will be the ones to look at you.”
“That may be true; with my lovely face, I would help put a smile on someone’s face and help someone remember how life outside the hospital is.”
“Life as in making up your face?”
“Part of it, yes.” Allen snorted. Lucia took her phone and keys from the bedpost.
“I might come home rather late tonight.”
“But we’re going to the movies tonight.”
“We can always go another time. See you, Allen,” she said and kissed his cheek.
Lucia entered Ted’s room to find a lot of…
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