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"I'm taking these brownies down to Sunnydale," Harper Wainwright announced loud enough for her mom, who was out on the back porch, to be able to hear her. Dressed in a blue empire waist top covered in small multicolored dots, and a very short pair of plain white shorts, her blonde hair cascading down the front of her shoulders, Harper looked like the prototypical small town, fresh faced beauty.
In many ways she was exactly that, having spent ten of her nineteen years in Clarksville, Kansas with her mother, Barbara. They'd moved there after Harper's father had been killed in a car accident. It had been difficult at first, but eventually she and her mother had managed to put the tragic past behind them. Life in the idyllic little town was slow and calm and was probably just what they had needed.
"Don't spend all day there, you hear me?" Barbara Wainwright called from the porch. "You need to spend some time with people your own age instead of hanging around with those old crones at the retirement home."
"I promise I won't stay too long, mom," Harper replied as she grabbed the tray of homemade brownies from the counter and headed towards the front door. The blonde had been volunteering at the Sunnydale Retirement home for two weeks now. She wasn't really sure what had made her choose to start, other than boredom and a desire to help out, but she was enjoying it so far. The men and women at the home seemed to appreciate having her there to talk to, perhaps because so few of them received regular visits from their families, especially their grandkids or great grandkids.
Harper decided to walk the half mile to the nearby retirement home instead of driving, carrying the tray of brownies pressed against her stomach, just below her ample breasts. The sun wash shining, but there was a soft breeze blowing that licked at the teenager's hair and shoulders as she walked. The sun felt good on her skin, especially on her legs which were bared by the shorts she wore.
A few minutes later, the blonde stepped through the front door of the home and into the brightly lit lobby. Maggie, the receptionist was sitting behind the front desk, the phone trapped between her chin and her shoulder. She smiled at Harper and gave her a quick wave before returning her attention back to the caller she was speaking with.
Mrs. Pennington, one of the residents, was sitting on a couch against the wall, her daughter, Gerry, sitting next to her holding her hands. Harper waved at the two of them and smiled as she passed through the small room, then made her way through a set of doors to the left. Beyond the doors was a small nurse's station and a long hallway of rooms. This was where Harper spent most of her time when she visited, sitting with the residents that were sick or recovering from surgery or just too old to be in the regular living quarters.
"Harper, honey, it's good to see you," Nellie said from behind the counter. The large, round black woman in the pink scrubs was the head nurse and one of the funniest people Harper had ever met.
"Hi, Nellie, how are you?"
"I'm good, sugar, I'm good," Nellie responded as she made notes on a chart. "Better now that I see what you brought with you."
"Hey, these are for the patients," the teenager said.
"Hmmm, tease," Nellie joked. "Well, you'd better get to giving before I decide I might be able to take those away from your scrawny white butt."
"Yes, ma'am," Harper smiled as she started down the hallway toward the patient rooms.
"I'm taking these brownies down to Sunnydale," Harper Wainwright announced loud enough for her mom, who was out on the back porch, to be able to hear her. Dressed in a blue empire waist top covered in small multicolored dots, and a very short pair of plain white shorts, her blonde hair cascading down the front of her shoulders, Harper looked like the prototypical small town, fresh faced beauty.
In many ways she was exactly that, having spent ten of her nineteen years in Clarksville, Kansas with her mother, Barbara. They'd moved there after Harper's father had been killed in a car accident. It had been difficult at first, but eventually she and her mother had managed to put the tragic past behind them. Life in the idyllic little town was slow and calm and was probably just what they had needed.
"Don't spend all day there, you hear me?" Barbara Wainwright called from the porch. "You need to spend some time with people your own age instead of hanging around with those old crones at the retirement home."
"I promise I won't stay too long, mom," Harper replied as she grabbed the tray of homemade brownies from the counter and headed towards the front door. The blonde had been volunteering at the Sunnydale Retirement home for two weeks now. She wasn't really sure what had made her choose to start, other than boredom and a desire to help out, but she was enjoying it so far. The men and women at the home seemed to appreciate having her there to talk to, perhaps because so few of them received regular visits from their families, especially their grandkids or great grandkids.
Harper decided to walk the half mile to the nearby retirement home instead of driving, carrying the tray of brownies pressed against her stomach, just below her ample breasts. The sun wash shining, but there was a soft breeze blowing that licked at the teenager's hair and shoulders as she walked. The sun felt good on her skin, especially on her legs which were bared by the shorts she wore.
A few minutes later, the blonde stepped through the front door of the home and into the brightly lit lobby. Maggie, the receptionist was sitting behind the front desk, the phone trapped between her chin and her shoulder. She smiled at Harper and gave her a quick wave before returning her attention back to the caller she was speaking with.
Mrs. Pennington, one of the residents, was sitting on a couch against the wall, her daughter, Gerry, sitting next to her holding her hands. Harper waved at the two of them and smiled as she passed through the small room, then made her way through a set of doors to the left. Beyond the doors was a small nurse's station and a long hallway of rooms. This was where Harper spent most of her time when she visited, sitting with the residents that were sick or recovering from surgery or just too old to be in the regular living quarters.
"Harper, honey, it's good to see you," Nellie said from behind the counter. The large, round black woman in the pink scrubs was the head nurse and one of the funniest people Harper had ever met.
"Hi, Nellie, how are you?"
"I'm good, sugar, I'm good," Nellie responded as she made notes on a chart. "Better now that I see what you brought with you."
"Hey, these are for the patients," the teenager said.
"Hmmm, tease," Nellie joked. "Well, you'd better get to giving before I decide I might be able to take those away from your scrawny white butt."
"Yes, ma'am," Harper smiled as she started down the hallway toward the patient rooms.
