Rose4Emily
They're a friend's pearls
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Stunning!
Michele Adkins was stunned!
Professor Edgeways seemed to simply ignore Prince Karl Gustav. Never wanting to think poorly of others, she assumed that perhaps the effort of getting himself and his wheelchair here for this visit had tired him. She could help with that. Besides, she knew her Mistress would want privacy with the new guest.
“Pardon me, everyone, but dinner will be a while yet,” Michele began with a glance at her Mistress, who nodded encouragement, so she addressed the earlier arriving guest directly. “If you’re weary, um, for now I’m thinking, would you retire, Professor?”
“Mph?” Dr. Edgeways looked up suddenly. She had drawn him from some dark, private place in his academic mind. He nodded, then moved himself back to his wheelchair.
“Thank you, dear one,” he added as he used his strong arms and hands on the wheels to propel himself back toward the foyer. By pushing down on the rear handles, she levered him up the low marble stairs. He started presumptuously for the first floor master bedroom, but Michele again grabbed the handles and steered him past the door.
“There is an upstairs bedroom just across from the elevator that I think you’ll find most comfortable, Professor. Please, allow me to show you the way.” She crowded into the elevator with him and and pressed the button marked “2.”
Michele Adkins was stunned!
Professor Edgeways seemed to simply ignore Prince Karl Gustav. Never wanting to think poorly of others, she assumed that perhaps the effort of getting himself and his wheelchair here for this visit had tired him. She could help with that. Besides, she knew her Mistress would want privacy with the new guest.
“Pardon me, everyone, but dinner will be a while yet,” Michele began with a glance at her Mistress, who nodded encouragement, so she addressed the earlier arriving guest directly. “If you’re weary, um, for now I’m thinking, would you retire, Professor?”
“Mph?” Dr. Edgeways looked up suddenly. She had drawn him from some dark, private place in his academic mind. He nodded, then moved himself back to his wheelchair.
“Thank you, dear one,” he added as he used his strong arms and hands on the wheels to propel himself back toward the foyer. By pushing down on the rear handles, she levered him up the low marble stairs. He started presumptuously for the first floor master bedroom, but Michele again grabbed the handles and steered him past the door.
“There is an upstairs bedroom just across from the elevator that I think you’ll find most comfortable, Professor. Please, allow me to show you the way.” She crowded into the elevator with him and and pressed the button marked “2.”