Ella Lacey returned, and Yolanda Bardot said to her, "Close the door."
It sounded almost like a harsh command.
But Ella didn't see anything wrong with it.
She casually closed the door.
Thinking to herself that Yolanda was probably cold.
After all, the outside was still ravaged by cold winds, the chill of winter fierce.
Once the doors and windows were tightly shut, the heating inside was ample, warm as spring.
She approached the bedside.
Ella bent down, poured a cup of warm water for Yolanda, and handed it to her, "Yolanda, have some water."
"Ellla, I don't want to drink, help me to the bed to get some air," Yolanda threw off the white quilt, already preparing to get out of bed.
Ella was struck by an awkwardness.
With her hand hanging mid-air, she could only put the cup back on the cabinet.
Instead, she took Yolanda's arm and helped her step-by-step to the window.
"Open the window," Yolanda continued to command her.
