Chapter 7 - Page 90 - Jim's Promise

   Finally Rhasha replied, “As long as we can be together, that’s all I ask.”

   They kissed passionately and held each other tight.

   Jim threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Rhasha climbed out on the same side and stood beside him.

   “What are you doing, Rhasha?”

   “I’m going with you,” she replied.

   Jim looked at Rhasha’s hospital gown. “But you don’t have any clothes.”

   Rhasha looked at Jim, then she looked around the room. “Where are your clothes?”

   Jim was still in his pajamas. Remembering he’d left his clothes at home, he popped his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Oh no!” he groaned.

   Rhasha smiled at Jim. She looked as though she’d come to a brilliant conclusion. “Hmm,” she said, “it looks to me like neither one of us is going anywhere.”

   Jim smiled as their eyes met. “Sweetheart, I think I liked you better when you couldn’t talk.”

   Rhasha laughed.

   “Thamish,” Jim said, “could you go to my house and get my clothes? They’re hanging in my closet.”

   “Sure Jim, I’ll be right back.”

   Jim smiled at Rhasha and winked. “Thamish,” he added, “could you also go over to The Factory and ask them for some clothes that would fit a slender teenage girl?”

   “Sure, Jim.” Thamish left to get Jim and Rhasha’s clothes.