The other side

10

A few days later Don was in his studio with Sandy. They have been working together almost every day, although he hadn't met the other artists; Don wanted to have part of his sculpture done for the meeting and that was what he was doing. Sandy has been with him, and besides taking photos and notes of his work, she has been painting some portraits in there, Don's workplace. Today he was making the base of his sculpture and she was drawing, her portraits would be exposed too.

While Don was working on his piece, Sandy was on the other side of the room, looking at the view from the window, she was drawing it. "Don, New York is beautiful, isn't it?" She was fascinated.

"Yeah, I love it here" - he said amused. "God, I need my tape-measure. Did you see it?" - he was looking for it on his table but it was not there.

"Don, I think it is in the sheaf" - she walked towards it and tried to reach the tape, but she wasn't tall enough, so she stood on her tiptoes and fell, sprained her ankle.

Don ran to her. "Sandy, are you ok? Is it hurting?". He picked her up and helped her to sit down on the chair.

"Yes, it's hurting, Don. Can you drive me home? I don't think I can walk right now" she giggled uncomfortably. He said yes without hesitating.

He helped her to walk by putting her arm around his neck and holding her waist. They went to his car. "Are you sure that you don't wanna go to the hospital?"

"Yes, Don. I'll put some ice on it, don't worry" - sandy smiled at him. "Thank you so much. You are a talented artist and a gentle person. Thanks for helping me"

"Not a problem"

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"Are you ok, Queen?" - Roy asked Meryl, as he entered the room. Meryl had an interview, but it was online stuff.

"I am, Roy. I'm much better" - she sat on the chair in the master bathroom.

"I'm happy that you're ok, sweetie. What do you wanna do with your hair?" - he stood behind her and looked at her through the mirror.

"Do something simple. Don't need to hold, nothing. Just brush" - she was examining a new script that she received.

Roy did her makeup, nothing exaggerated, and he was brushing her hair when he noticed that she was losing hair. "Darling, you are losing hair, I think it's more than normal…" he said with an apprehensive tone.

"Well, maybe it's stress, Roy. Nothing to be worried about" - she kept her eyes on her script.

"Spit it out" - Roy finished her hair and she put down her script.

"Everything is fine, I just had a few bad moments, but I'm ok, boy" - she looked at him.

"I'm always here for you, darling" - Roy hugged Meryl. "Well, let's do this interview. Leslie will be here in a minute"

"Let's go"

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Don entered in Sandy's house with her. He helped her to sit on the couch and went to some ice. She lives in a small apartment, but it was full of pieces of art, portraits, and drawings. He liked the style.

She was on the sofa with her legs on it, watching Don in the kitchen. He picked up some ice and walked to her. "Sandy, the ice". He handed it to her and sat on the empty space, next to her leg. "Let me see your ankle. Can I?" She nodded and put her feet on his leg. "It is swelling, it seems bad. Are you sure that you don't wanna go to the hospital?"

She looked at him and smiled. "I'm sure, Don. You have already done so much". Sandy was feeling secure, he was a good person. He was so gentle, funny… and married. It is not right but thinking doesn't hurt. "Thank you, Don. Really."