Free day
“Anthony, you fell asleep in thy good clothes again,” Becky started as she gently shook him awake
“Did I?” He asked groggily, picking up his head from where it was, buried in the pillow. It was quite early in the morning.
His brown hair was disheveled and red velvet vest wrinkled.
“Allow me to take it off,” Becky whispered as she unbuttoned the vest, “You may continue sleeping afterwards,”
She gently pulled off the vest and placed it over her arm, “I shall iron it...would like me to remove thy trousers as well?”
“No,” Anthony said, curling up and pulling a different pillow over his head.
“I’ll wake you up in 4 hours dear,”
“Mkay”
Becky left soon after, going to iron the vest. Since it was velvet she needed to do it a certain way to avoid damaging it. She went with placing a thin cotton cloth over it.
Afterwards she hung the vest quietly in his closet.
She began cooking breakfast, it didn’t take long for Anthony to make his way downstairs on his own.
“I smell bacon...”
“Where is your cane mister?!”
A few years ago, Anthony got absolutely hammered and fell down a flight of stairs. The fall ripped the muscles in his left thigh.
Being drunker than the devil, he barely felt the pain, got up and kept walking.
Becky found him a few hours later, walking funny, and she forced him to go to the hospital. He was told to rest and not walk too much but to do exercises to keep the muscles from deforming.
Anthony being Anthony didn’t listen and would refuse to get up, or refuse to lay down, which led to scaring, which led to permanent damage to the torn muscle.
“I’ll be fine Becky...I can walk just fine,”
“You’re going to make it worse,” Becky said under her breath, knowing there was no convincing him to get his cane, especially when he was in a “mood”.
As Anthony’s maid, caretaker, friend and mother-figure, it was her job to make sure he didn’t get worse, so she went to get his cane herself
“Don’t let the toast burn, ok?”
“Yes, Becky,”
She came back to find him staring at the toast, which was done and on a plate.
“Earth to Anthony...” Becky said, waving her hand in front of his face.
“Hm? Oh...thanks,” He said, taking the cane from Becks hands, “I ran out of meds...this morning...”
“I can tell...” Becky said in a soft, almost sad voice as she set out 2 plates of food, “I’ll stop by the pharmacy this afternoon,”
“What is my schedule for today?” Anthony asked, taking a couple extra bacon from the pan. Emotional support food.
Becky smiled, “I convinced each of your clients to schedule a meet up on a different day, you’re free today!”
A large black some Maincoon squeezed itself between Anthony’s legs, meowed and sat on his foot.
“Thankee Becky!” He said, sounding relieved, “We shall go out today! Smoky needs more food and I would like new fabrics,”
“And I need to pick up thy meds”
“And perhaps a gun...” Anthony said with a sly smile, refusing to look at Becky
Becky backhanded his shoulder, firmly but playfully, “No questionable jokes!” She said with a soft laugh
Smoky jumped onto Anthony’s lap, begging for eggs.
Anthony buried his fingers in the cats long neck gray neck fur, before drifting down it’s salt and pepper back.
He picked a bit of egg from his place and held it out for Smoky.
Becky knew how Smoky made Anthony so much happier, so she never scolded him for feeding the cat from the table.
Honestly, Becky was just happy to see Anthony exited to leave the house. He never usually was.
He had a speech impediment. It wasn’t bad but he struggled to talk without stuttering. It was brought on because of him mom.
When he was young, he developed a small stutter. He was a shy boy because of his mother. She loved humiliating him in public
But his mother, yelled at him and degraded him for it, which made it worse. The only people he could talk to without stuttering were his dad and Becky.
Now it was just Becky however.
“Why don’t you go and get dressed for the day?”
“Yes, I’ll go do that, I shall be back,” He started making his what to his room but paused and almost tripped while turning around
“Carful Ane,”
“I’m fine...could you make a list of a few of the items we need to acquire”
“Of course Anthony, go get ready”
