"You know, you can go back and sleep where you're lodging, I'll look after her", sister moon said to George.
"Yes....", Joanne agreed slowly behind the oxygen mask. "Go on.... It's not like I'll run away."
George stood up from the sofa and walked to the bed. His lips were pressed in a thin line as he clasped his hand on the bed rail. "I know. But I still want to stay here."
"I know you've done a lot for us and I'm extremely grateful for that but you're still a stranger", Sister moon expressed her worry in order to get rid of George.
George fell quiet, not knowing how to refute that very truthful claim. Joanne felt sorry for the young man as she realized something. "Does... Amy know about me? Did she ask you to stay with me? You don't have to do that."
"She knows but she didn't ask me that. I just.... want to stay here, if that's alright."
