"Absolutely. Russ, same goes for you. This is your home. Stay as long as you like, and don't worry about what anyone else says."
Job stared at me in disbelief. "Karen, did you just call me 'anyone else'? Have you forgotten that I'm your husband?"
Before I could even react to that, Kay pressed a hand to her chest and whimpered, "Job, it hurts."
Just like that, he forgot everything else. He scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom.
I let out a breath of relief and hurried to wheel Russ into the bathroom.
Then I dug out Job's most expensive set of silk luxury bedding and made up the guest room bed.
Once everything was in order, I went back and waited outside the bathroom door.
Russ had sensory processing issues, and I was worried he might need help.
While I waited, Job came downstairs to get Kay's medication.
He looked at me and let out a cold laugh. "Karen, you don't have to degrade yourself fawning over some other man just to spite me."
I was about to tell him he had one hell of a nerve, but the bathroom door swung open before I could.
Job's eyes went wide. His voice pitched higher in sheer disbelief. "Karen, you actually put my pajamas on this random guy?!"