My little nurse pet McMurphy's cargo container finally made it to its destination early last week, just a tad under three months late, thanks to our homosexual pederast transportation secretary's fine work.
She came by on her way to the airport to drop off her keys and say goodbye last Thursday afternoon. She told me, "I love you."
I told her, "Grow up, go home and have a family." Then I watched her drive away. That was only the second time I saw her in street clothes, the first time was Daria's funeral, I don't remember much about that.
I looked briefly at her itinerary, NY, London, Sweden, etc. All bastions of diversity and tolerance. I guess FWA doesn't have any direct flights to Lithuania. Her Dad skyped me the following Monday letting me know she made it OK. He said she was kind of sickly being awake 72+ hours and jet lagged. I'll miss Aleena, but she's got no business with an old guy like me.
My sources of info out of Hospital City are exhausted. Daria is dead, Murph is gone and Melinda quit when they tried to force the clot-shots on her.
(Edit) Murph being delayed for so long was really hard on both of us. I'm glad the clot-shots didn't catch up to her in my house. Tick, tick, tick. I hope they lose my numbers and email before she passes.