Los Angeles. Andy For the first time in nearly two months Andy finally, and begrudgingly, left Graham’s side. At long last the doctor gave Graham the green light to go home to Los Angeles and she had to fly ahead in order to prepare the house. Maggie had had several weeks by then to settle into a routine with Graham, which on most days was contentious at best. She pushed him and he resisted, which made him fire her on a weekly basis. Andy wasn’t sure they could handle the couple of weeks it would take to get everything ready but Maggie just gave her that patient smile that reassured her he was in the hands of a consummate professional. He could scream and bellow and pout and moan, but Maggie wasn’t going anywhere until he was physically able to stand up, get out of his chair, walk over to where she stood and throw her out. Andy had been there the day she issued that particular ultimatum. She stared open-mouthed at the flame haired nurse with nerves of steel. Maggie had glared at Graham, hands on hips, defying him to literally stand out of nothing more than anger.
