She's not bad, really. Just very lonely -- overheard at the nurse table while Shelly was in the restroom
"Hi, there. How is your brother doing?"
"Hi. He's doing okay, I guess." Fabian looked up and recognized one of the nurses. Tall, top-heavy blonde with curly hair. The type he would have gone for once. The type Marlene still tried to be. "Shelly, right?"
"You remembered. I'm flattered. Say, I've been thinking about starting a weight-lifting regimen. Any suggestions or tips for me?" Her brown eyes definitely hinted at something naughty.
This was exactly the sort of manipulative behavior he was used to seeing from women. He thought of Lisa and how she never behaved like this. She was never anyone but herself, and it made her the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. His chest felt tight. A year ago, he would have offered to be Shelly's personal trainer. Now, those words just wouldn't come. Shelly wasn't even attractive to him. Not any more.
"That depends on what you want to accomplish," he said diplomatically. "I'm sure there are physical therapists around the hospital who could help you."
"Yes, but they don't inspire me," she said. "You do." She moved closer and he backed up a step.
"That's nice of you," he said politely. "Thanks."
"I'm really sorry about Lisa."
"Thank you. Word really gets around fast."
"She's always been a little ... different." Shelly stepped forward again and Fabian looked at her sharply.
"Don't," he said.
"Don't what? I'm on your side, Fabian."
"There are no sides to take. I don't want to discuss Lisa and I'm not looking to replace her. Please excuse me -- I need to take my dog home."