GINGER CONTINUED TO PESTER Naomi. Lindsey called off the dog and ordered her out of the room. When Naomi finally finished tending to Pam, Lindsey called Ginger back. “Pam, you stay in bed. Ginger will keep you company. Naomi and I will be back in a minute.”
“I don’t wanna take a nap,” Pam complained.
“No one said you had to nap. I just want you to rest your feet,” Naomi said.
“Here.” Lindsey opened a dresser drawer and removed one of Eva’s old socks. “Take this—” Lindsey tucked it into a ball shape “—and throw it for Ginger. Tell her fetch. I’m going to close the door. Come on, Naomi.”
In the main room, Naomi looked puzzled. “What’s going on? You’re acting almost as weird as the dog.”
Lindsey checked her watch. “The men will be outside for another ten minutes. We need to use their room.”
Naomi sighed. “Look, I have work to do. If this is some kind of game—”
“You know me better than that.” If anyone plays games, it’s you, she refrained from saying. Naomi had been pleasant, even welcoming, and Lindsey had decided to return the favor.
Inside the men’s bedroom, Naomi crossed her arms. “Now what?”
“Take off your sweater and shirt.” Lindsey locked the door.
Naomi actually grinned. “Yeah, right.” She stopped at the serious expression on Lindsey’s face.
“This isn’t a joke. I want to see what’s bugging Ginger. Have you been injured lately?”
“Nope.”
“We need to be sure, okay? Take off the sweater and shirt,” she repeated.
Clad in her bra, Naomi frowned as her skin broke out in goose bumps from the cold. Lindsey circled her, carefully inspecting the other woman’s sides, back and front.
“I see a bruise by your left breast. What’s that from?”
“I told you, Eva’s dog’s been banging me in the chest every chance she gets.” Naomi reached for her shirt and sweater.
“No, don’t get dressed. Take off your bra.”
“What?”
Lindsey ignored the woman’s reluctance. “When’s the last time you did a self-exam?”
“Huh?”
“When’s the last time you checked your breasts?”
“I don’t know…. What does this have to do with anything?”
“Last month? More than a few months?”
Naomi shrugged. “I don’t know. A while.”
“Remove your bra, get on the bed and examine yourself.”
“Come on, Lindsey, I have chores to do and a patient to attend! I can do this later.”
“Come on, it’ll only take a minute. You’re already half undressed. I’ll watch Pam.”
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