"When I was sick with a fever, she...didn't leave. She wiped my brow, tended to things, and when I started to get better poked and proded me to get more so. When I tell a joke, she laughs or jokes back, or sometimes makes a nose face if it's a stinker, but she pays attention. She stole one of my favorite shirts. I let her, it looks better hanging around her than on me. I wont' go into details, but there's something about a woman wearing a shirt that's long enough on her to reach to her thighs. She asks me how I'm doing, and when I start to feel sorry for myself gives me some 'there theres' and 'poor deer' and if I push it she threatens to bite me. I THINK she's joking on that last. She calls me up when she's in trouble or worried, and I tell her it will be okay. "