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obedient. She follows every rule I set here to a ‘T.’”
    My mind drifts back to all the previous jobs I’ve held and how many times I’d screwed off—cutting corners and sneaking time off when I could. I was definitely not the model employee that Kimmy appears to be. Wayne’s probably right. Finding someone like her is very much like finding a diamond in the rough.
    “I trust you found your living quarters agreeable?” Wayne walks over to the bookcase and rearranges a couple of books on the shelf, like he couldn’t stand them being out of order. “If you have any additional requirements, please let Kimmy know. She can arrange to get anything you may need.”
    “Really, Wayne, everything is perfect,” I reassure him.
    He turns to me and extends his elbow to me, reminding me of an old movie, where the classic hero, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, escorts the heroine around. I’ve always been infatuated with the idea of finding a classy man like that.
    I hook my arm in his and allow him to lead me through the door of the library into the main hall of the house. Deep mahogany wood covers the floor, while the crisp white walls lighten the entire space. Black and white portraits of different people are spaced evenly apart and one photo of a young woman with long dark hair catches my attention. Although I can’t see her face, the sag in her shoulders and the slight tilt of her head as she stares at a vacant field tells me she’s unbelievably sad.
    “That’s one of my favorites. There’s just something about her body language that draws me in and makes me wonder what she’s thinking.”
    I nod in agreement. “Yes.”
    “I believe hanging photos that represent the possible feelings of our clients shows them that they aren’t alone—that everyone feels sad from time to time. You’ll find that we have them all over the main house.”
    From there, Wayne continues the tour through the front parlor and then on to the kitchen, where a heavy-set woman with a deep tan and dark hair pulled up under a hairnet is buzzing around. Her tiny button nose compliments her dark brown eyes which are currently fixed on the cake she’s decorating. With a few swift motions of her hand, she creates a tiny red rose and then attaches it to the cake.
    “That’s amazing. I’ve always wanted to do that,” I say.
    The woman glances up and smiles. “Thank you. My mother taught me.”
    “Dr. Mead, this is Sue, our head chef here at Serenity, and the best baker I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting,” Wayne introduces us.
    I release my arm from Wayne’s and begin to extend it toward her, but remember that she’s cooking and think better of it. “It’s nice to meet you, Sue.”
    “You, too, Dr. Mead.”
    “What’s on the menu tonight, Sue?” Wayne asks.
    “Steak with mashed potatoes and green beans, and of course, chocolate cake for dessert,” Sue answers.
    “Sounds fantastic. I’m looking forward to it.” Wayne turns to me and extends his elbow again. “Shall we?”
    Wayne sweeps his arm toward the door on the other side of the kitchen. Before I follow his direction.
    “Aloha, Dr. Mead,” Sue replies, alerting me to the fact that she’s of Hawaiian descent.
    We move into an elegant dining room with a table that appears big enough to seat twenty. A grand fireplace sits off to the left side of the table, and it’s tall enough for me to walk into, if I wanted. The place settings have been arranged like something from a fine restaurant.
    “This is impressive,” I tell Wayne. “I would never have pictured all this for…”
    I don’t finish my thought because I don’t want say the wrong thing and offend Wayne.
    “A rehab facility?” He lifts an eyebrow and grins.
    I shrug. “Yes. I mean, this setup could rival some of the best restaurants in the world.”
    “Thank you. We pride ourselves on making sure our clients are well taken care of. When they come here to detox, it’s not the most pleasant thing to