"Would you please make me a cup of coffee?"

"Yes."

"That's fine."

"I'll get back to you later."

Harold turned away with a nod. She brewed black coffee, which she knew Harold liked. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes as if he was relaxing. She placed the saucer with the cup of coffee on the nearby table.

"I'm so tired," Harold moaned, not opening his eyes even though he could feel her. She couldn't decide whether to sit or stand on the side of the sofa.

"You're a nurse, so why don't you take care of my pain?"

"What am I going to do?"

"Give my...