Chapter 11

Three years later Cynthia could see Ed was dying. She took him into the clinic and found he had Hodgkins Disease. To make sure, she sent him to the Alberta Hospital of Edmonton. Her reputation was growing as being an excellent doctor and anyone she sent to Edmonton's Hospitals was given excellent treatment. Her diagnosis was correct. Ed had an aggressive form if advanced Hodgkins. After crying the night away, she awoke with little sleep and prepared to bring him home to die.

'I have to be strong for him, ' she told herself, driving their 4runner to the hospital. The other doctors gave him three month to live, perhaps four. Her eyes were full of tears when she parked her car in an area for 'Guest Doctors.' She sat in the SUV getting herself composed. She was glad that Miriam, a nurse in the clinic, agreed to take care of Jenny and Anna while she picked Ed up and brought him home. She already had a talk with her daughters and implored them to be 'little ladies' while at Miriam's home.

Ed was weakened by the radiation treatments given him while he was in Edmonton. He looked like a shadow of his old self; extremely thin, in pain, very weak, and had no appetite. She wasn't hungry either, as they drove back home saying very little. She had been so happy with him. His Harrison Ford looks disappeared and in its place was a very old man.

Once she got him home and settled, Cynthia warmed up some chicken soup she had made before driving to pick him up. He ate three spoonfuls then laid back to take a nap. A nap that lasted twelve hours. He wore adult diapers in case he soiled himself while sleeping. He wanted her to sleep in the same bed so she slept on the edge.

Holly returned home from work to see Gladys prancing around naked as she cooked their dinner. She had some music on and was dancing about as Holly walked in. She smiled at her antics.

"You've got me wet already and I just walked in," she eyed the brown patch of pubic hair between her legs. Holly preferred hair down there because it was much sexier to her than being shaved. The hair hid her pussy making it all the more erotic to her.

"Well, my period has passed. I took a shower earlier and cleaned it out. I'm ready to eat and be eaten after we have dinner," Gladys put an apron on so no hot splatters would hit her skin as she pulled the roast out of the oven with big mitts on her hands. "Do I look better in this apron or in the nude?" she had her dainty hands on her hips.

Holly walked over to turn off the music then turned to her, "Definitely without the apron. You must be putting on a little weight because your tits look bigger."

"You think?" she hoisted her breasts. "Is my ass getting fat."

"I love your ass just the way it is now," Holly encircled her arms about her waist and pulled Gladys to her. She rotated her hips to brush herself against her pussy. "You're beautiful," Holly kissed her softly on the lips.

"So are you?" she kissed her back.

"Quit your lying," Holly smiled. "I'm pudgy and you know it. Males at the office say that I'm losing what little good looks that I have."

"You look beautiful to me," Gladys wrapped a leg around one of Holly's.

"You love me because I've got a talented tongue."

"Among other things, I've got to carve the roast. Why don't you change into your silk robe I got you for your birthday while I cut the meat and spoon out the mashed potatoes and veggies?"

"Good idea," Holly gave her one more kiss then released her. "I'd better keep these cotton panties on so I don't stain the chair with my cunt juice."

Ed died within a week of returning home. Cynthia woke up smelling his urine and bowel movement. She knew at once that he was gone. She called for an ambulance and then the police. She closed the door and woke up the girls. "Daddy died last night," she told them, sitting on the lower bunk where Anna slept. All three then broke into tears as Moosie ran into the room to see what was going on. The dog sensed that something was wrong. She laid his head on Cynthia's lap and let out a small cry.

Holly Le June answered the call and found that all three females were still crying. The ambulance crew ran up the stairs to see that Ed Lowe had died.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Holly said. She found Cynthia as beautiful as ever.

"Thank you," Cynthia replied. "It's good to have a face that I know handling this. I wish to have my husband cremated. That was his wish. At least he lived long enough to see a little warmer temperatures this spring. We used to sit on the porch in the swing and spend some wonderful moments together. Then it was two instead of four. I don't think you've met my daughters, Jenny is nine and Anna is six."

"They're beautiful like their mother," Holly said.

"Thank you," both girls answered.

"I wish Westlawn take care of everything as soon as possible. Perhaps they can arrange to pick him up and take him there." Cynthia said.

"That'll be up to you to make the arrangements," Holly replied.

Cynthia nodded. She looked up the stairs to see the paramedics bringing Ed down in a body bag. They tried to treat the body with dignity as they filed out of the house to the waiting ambulance.