"Where are you going?" Pipa asked. Martha was getting herself dressed with some help from Pipa. Martha had her hair brushed, and her face made up.
"You won't tell me really?" Pipa wondered.
Martha stood up and stretched her arms and legs. "You know how I feel right now?"
Pipa threw a strange look at Martha. "Better for sure, I think," Pipa replied.
"Much, much better. You two really did well in taking care of me. Emilio's cooking had me craving for more, and it added some pounds on my legs that I could feel like I could kick someone. That is no kidding."
Emilio walked inside the room. "The car is ready."
