Chapter 9 - Page 118 - New Passion

    He left Rhasha smiling contentedly and headed for the bathroom to shower and put on his pajamas and brush his teeth. When he came out, Rhasha hurried into the bathroom and took her shower. When she came back to the bedroom, she was wearing a set of Jim’s pajamas. They were too big for her and hung loosely around her waist. The legs bunched up at the ankles and slipped under her heels.

    “Rhasha,” Jim said, eyeing her, “tomorrow we’ll get you some pajamas that fit.”

    “Please don’t, Jim. It feels good to wear your pajamas.”

    “OK.” Jim shrugged. “But at least let me roll the legs up.” He knelt down on one knee. As he rolled Rhasha’s pajama legs up, he could feel her fingers running through his hair.

    When he finished, Rhasha sat down on the side of the bed and Jim retrieved a hairbrush from the dresser and sat down next to her. As he began brushing her hair, Rhasha grew pensive.

    “What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I’m remembering all the times you brushed my hair when I was sick. You were always so gentle and caring.”

    When Jim finished brushing her hair, he knelt beside his bed, put his elbows on the mattress, and clasped his hands together to say his evening prayer. Rhasha understood what he was doing and knelt beside him. She placed her elbows on the bed and put her hands together. They both closed their eyes. As Jim prayed, Rhasha listened to every word.