The Skeleton from the Cupboard: 01. Sarah and Frank - Sex Stories

The Skeleton from the Cupboard: 01. Sarah and Frank

... she told me first, “MOM, don’t be afraid! You won’t lose my Daddy! The embolism is rare at fracture.” I began to cry from the joy about the news regarding my husband, he was in good state and first time that Jenny called me MOM! Jenny’s kids, my grand kids ran to us and they shouted loudly. “Grandma, Grandpa is in the surgery.” Jenny already told them. “Kids don’t shout we’re in the Hospital! You need to be quiet!” Jenny and I smiled at each other. We went to the emergency surgery’s waiting room until my husband was brought out from the surgery and taken to plaster room. The surgeons told us, “Mr. Blair’s ankle is broken; we secured the fibula with two screws.” I asked the main surgeon. “Doc, when could I take my husband home?” “Mrs. Blair the temporary fixing screw must be removed before Mr. Blair could get gypsum cast for walking. Now he’s getting a cast for bed in the hospital ward. He’ll only get a gypsum cast for walking after positive X-ray result of the healed fracture. Then he could go home using crutches to aid his mobility.” “How long will my husband be in the Hospital?” “It may be a maximum of two weeks only. He has to come to physiotherapy after the removal of the walking cast and the safety screw must be removed a year later. The walking cast could be removed after newer X-ray investigation in about one month” He went away; I stopped in front of the gypsum room with Jenny and my grand kids waiting for my husband. Jenny told me. “When my Daddy comes home I ...

... could come to your house to “Daddy-sit” with the kids and you can go to work.” I thanked Jenny. Frank was taken to his ward and we sat beside his bed. He was glad for company. Jenny went home with the kids later. The older children phoned and they asked information about their dad. Saying they would visit their Dad tomorrow. I wanted to go home, when the door opened and Susan came into the ward. Frank and I looked at each other shocked. We knew she had lived alone since the death of her second husband. She had nursed her ill husband with exemplary care. My husband told me he did not hate her since the death of her second husband, because she was close to her cancerous second husband. But he could never forget her betrayal and he did not like her at all. We met her and her second husband at some family events, but we avoided each other. I stood up waiting to greet her. Susan greeted us and then she came to hug me telling us, “I know, you do not want me here, but I felt like I must come. I heard from Mark and Julie, that Frank’s ankle was broken.” She looked older, than us. “Frank is doing well, he’ll go home in two weeks,” I responded. Frank joined the discussion, “I fell down on an ice patch, when I was getting out of my car. I was simply unlucky. Mark is my manager at work, so he’ll manage the business while I’m recovering, but I’ve my laptop here so I can help him.” Susan began, “I’m glad the accident wasn't any more serious. I came, because I want honest conversation. I knew ...