Melting Away Slowly Chapter 4
Mid-January and the Spring semester was starting already. It was time to get back in the saddle and go to work. I had more-or-less continued to ignore Martha's stream of requests and suggestions for things I could do to make life more comfortable for her. I recalled with some satisfaction seeing the empty liquid drain cleaner bottle at the bottom of the trash can. Martha had finally gotten tired of waiting for me to clean her sink, and had actually put the chemical cleaning-cocktail down...