What can I do?” he asked. “To start taking care of you?
I know you don’t like to believe you ever need to be taken care of, but I can’t stand the idea of you being sick and alone. I need to be here for you, babe.
And sometimes that was all you needed in life. A nice afternoon. A good day. Good people in your world.
Rachel had finally figured out that sometimes being a strong, responsible woman meant admitting you wanted something different in your life, something new-and now her life was suddenly richer, fuller, than it had ever been.
Well, thanks for the warning, Officer Flannel, but I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself – thankyouverymuch.