“Then it’s set. I’ll bundle up and head out, too.” Cassie gathered her things and went to put her outerwear on.
Mark pushed himself off the chair and smiled at the bird-boned Henrietta, and her slightly plump husband. They were such a nice couple, and he hoped they’d be okay for a long time before having to move out of their house which they clearly loved. “I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Yes, thank you,” Charles said, reaching out a hand for him. Mark went and shook it, then took his leave.
Cassie caught up with him at the door. “Hey, wait a sec,” she said, and he went to the porch, then turned around to face her. “Thanks for doing this. They’re starting to get scared, but they’d never admit it. The live-in nurse would be a great idea, but I think it would have to be a special person.” She beamed at him in a way that made him feel a bit uncomfortable.