I have been hired to be Syd’s personal assistant while her husband, the mystery man I heard so much about during our first meeting, is teaching in Seattle. Her condition is not getting any better and she needs someone around to help her out with daily tasks. Basically, I am her legs. Her condition has not gotten any better, poor thing, and she cannot be up for long periods of time.
How exactly do you go about being a person’s legs? I don’t know for sure, but the job requirements included getting along with all the animals and being able to drive a Hummer. At 5’3’’ on a good day, the second task may be a little harder, but I think I can manage. If I get a booster seat.
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