For the first time in her life, Mirabelle experienced having a man adore and care for her and Gabe seemed to enjoy being near her. He’d even started following her to the nursing home where she played the piano on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He danced with the female residents at the home and just about sent one to the hospital when her pacemaker proved ineffective next to the perfection that was Gabriel David. This particular Friday had started out better than any in her existence. He’d known of her love of hibiscus flowers and had left the house to go grab breakfast and returned with donuts, coffee, and a hibiscus tree with large red blooms. They’d eaten and then planted the tree in the flowerbed by the mailbox. As the dusk settled in, Mirabelle walked outside and watered the plant. Since it was almost dark the flowers had closed up to prepare for their slumber. She yawned, feeling more like slumber than dance herself. The cloudy skies weren’t helping.
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