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Ten Acres In Malibu von Gottschlich, Robert (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 20.09.2012
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Ten Acres In Malibu

A displaced young man stumbles upon a Craig's List Want-ad that will change his life forever. He is hired to take care of an elderly man suffering from dementia. He embarks on this journey with no experience, and what expectations he has will quickly be transformed into a life altering adventure.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 249
    Erscheinungsdatum: 20.09.2012
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781624880148
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 388kBytes
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Ten Acres In Malibu

"Shouldn't we wait for Arthur?"

"He does his own thing. Come in. Put your towel down. Let's go!"

She is a blur of energy, her body a live wire of movement and light. After a brief warm up, it's off to the races. It is all I can do to stay with her. As I untwist from one pose she's already showing me how to tie my body into another. We go from five minutes of the Downward Dog into another five of the Plank Pose and straight into something as innocent sounding as the Tree Pose before I realize what she's trying to do to me. Yoga for the sick old man, huh? Try this on for size, Mr. Caregiver. A Double Triad Floating Lizard Slam! Yeah!

I grit my teeth and redouble my efforts to drop into the Zen of the workout but about twenty minutes in I'm all zenned out. I'm a sweaty, sodden mass. My muscles are crying too loud to ignore them anymore.

"You look ripped. " she says, grinning happily.

"Yeah." One syllable is all I can muster. Oof !

"You are losing your shape. Breathe through it!" she reminds me.

My legs are quivering, my back muscles rolling like surf. My entire body is about to cramp up. How can holding these simple poses create such searing pain?

"Breathe!" she reminds me for the umpteenth time.

I give her the nastiest smile I can muster. I know when I've been whipped, been had and all that. I crouch down, wipe my face with my towel, throw it around my neck, stand back up on shaky legs and head for the door.

"Enough?" she asks me, victorious.

I don't have to reply. She knows it was enough. I reach the front door, throw it open and suck in the cool garden air. It feels as if I've escaped the monster's lair.

"Thanks for the tips," I call out over my shoulder.

Arthur passes me on the brick walkway. Arthur looks like Cato. Does he see that I'm a broken man? He grins with his eyes, not his mind.


I arrive back at the house. I see Matthew, Lynn and Peter on the sofa looking through Architectural Digest. There are biscuits and a pot of tea on the coffee table. Matthew turns pages until he finds what he's searching for. He holds the magazine up so Peter can see it better. "What do you think of this article they wrote on me, dad?"

Peter smiles. He hasn't read the article. "I am so very proud of you, son."

Matthew's eyes light up. That's all he really wanted to hear. I make a note to read the write up to his father later.

Peter waves me over. "Robert, meet Matthew."

Matthew nods. "We've met."

"How's it going?"

"Mom says that you are an angel," Matthew says.

I can feel a blush in my cheeks. "I don't think I'd go that far."

"I wouldn't either but thank you, really, for caring. I am so guilty about missing time with dad now. I am so incredibly swamped at work."

"You'll feel it later," I remind him.

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