Donna returned to the living room for her own suitcase and carried it back to her bedroom; the effort bringing into sharp focus her weariness. She did...not often drink alcohol and the effect of the four martinis left her gasping at even this slightest exertion.She walked straight into the dressing room, and began to disrobe, trying to keep her mind off her daughter. It was too much to believe that she might be involved with a man old enough to be her father, a man that should more fittingly be. And somehow knew ... it wouldn't be.I had washed what I could ... what I could reach, though now sitting there annoyed and angry with myself. If you can only imagine ... I had actually reached down to wash what wasn't there anymore. How soon we forget. Though I know it had something to do with that phantom leg thing. I'd already reached down a number of times to scratch an itch on my foot that wasn't there anymore. Funny that. Not so much. But ... I was leaning back, relaxing now, even starting. More

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