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room and take out a bottle of stain remover. I stand there with her shirt in one hand and the stain remover in the other hand, unable to think what I’m supposed to be doing. I shake my head, then dab some remover on the shoulder where the blood is. Just as I’m about to throw it into the washing machine, I spot a hole in the side of the shirt. I take a closer look and see blood there too. What the fuck? How did the blood from her cheek get all the way down the side of her shirt? Then it hits me. She has another injury, and she didn’t tell anyone. I throw it all in the washing machine and turn it on. I go into my bedroom again and grab a pair of boxers. They’ll be big on her, but they’ll have to do.
    I walk over to the couch and hold them out for her. She’s engrossed in the television show she’s found, and doesn’t see me.
    “Savvy,” I call.
    “Hmmm,” she answers, cocking her head my way, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the television.
    “Put these on,” I say, holding my boxers out toward her.
    She looks at me, and then she looks at the underwear in my hands. “Why? I don’t sleep in underwear,” she replies, looking back at the television.
    Fuck me is right.
    “Alright, I’ll tell you like it is. You can either take these, go in the bathroom and put them on, then show me your side, or, you can lift your shirt as you are and show me your side. And let me remind you that I know you aren’t wearing any underwear. Either way, you’re showing me your side,” I say, holding out the underwear again.
    She inhales a breath probably ready to lie to me, then thinks better of it. She exhales and takes the boxers. She rolls her eyes, then slips them on under the shirt without even getting off the couch.
    “Happy now?” she asks, going back to watch television.
    “Side,” I say.
    “It’s nothing, really. You know what, I’m actually really tired. Am I sleeping on the couch?” she asks.
    “No, I have a guest bedroom, you’re sleeping in there,” I say, pointing down the hall.
    “Oh, good. I’ll see you in the morning. Do you have eggs and bacon in the refrigerator? I’ll cook you Sunday breakfast. Ok, See you tomorrow morning,” she says in one big breath. Then she quickly walks down the hall.
    I follow behind her as she walks to a closed door. She points to it, silently asking if this is the guest room. I shake my head no, and open the door next to it.
    “Thank you, I’ll see you in the morning,” she says. She rolls up on her toes and kisses me on the cheek. She quickly turns around and closes the door.
    I shake my head wondering just how she managed to get away with not showing me what I wanted. I should knock on the door and make her show me, it could be serious. No, I should just barge in there and make her show me. Forget it. I take one step backward, ready to turn around and head back into the family room, but the door opens suddenly and she takes a step out into the hallway.
    “Aiden,” she calls. “Oh, shit, you scared me! I thought you’d be down the hall by now,” she says, abruptly stopping. She takes a step back, then rests her head on the side of the door and continues, “Thank you for today.” Without another word, she smiles then closes the door again.
    I park myself on my couch and get sucked into whatever show she was watching, while I wait for the washer to finish. I’ll at least put the clothes in the dryer and start it, and then I’m going to bed.
    At three thirty in the morning, I climb into bed and laugh to myself about my whole day. My sister got married in the courthouse she got shot in and technically died in. I almost got into a fight outside a bar. I took a woman to the hospital. I was then indirectly accused of hitting her by a friend, and now she’s in my guest bedroom sleeping in my t-shirt and boxers. There are orange panties and an orange bra among other women’s clothing in my dryer, and she’s making me eggs and bacon in the morning. She named