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you see a small wooden box?” he asks, a very angry expression on his face.
    “Um, I’m not sure. Why?”
    “ Think . Did you, or did you not, put a small wooden box in my brother’s room?”
    “I don’t remember.”
    His sigh is one of pure frustration.
    “I need that box. It has something important in it.”
    “I’m sorry, I really don’t know if I moved it or not. Chances are good, that if it was near the rest of the pile, I did. I can just get it for you.” I step around him in an attempt to walk toward his brother’s bedroom.
    “Forget it. He keeps his door locked, and I don’t have a key. Thanks a lot ,” he says in a condescending tone. He then mutters some swear words and stalks off, back down the hall.
    He doesn’t have a key? And, what the hell is so important about some stupid box that has his panties in a twist? This job is getting really old, really fast. I’m not sure how much longer I can take his ridiculous behavior. I’m here to help, not to be mistreated. I want to tell him off right now, but I decide to let him cool off a bit, before I rile him up again.
    After about fifteen minutes of letting myself calm down, I walk gingerly down the hall, toward Logan’s bedroom. The door is ajar, so quietly, I peer through. I see him. He’s sitting at his desk. The laptop that’s in front of him is on, but he’s not paying any attention to it. I watch, curiously, as he exercises. With his arms on the arm rests of his wheelchair, he lifts himself up and down repeatedly. His shirtless back is toward me, and I get an uninterrupted view of his truly impressive physique.
    Holy hell. He’s really ripped.
    In awe, I observe him as his muscles contract with each extension of his arms. I expect him to stop after a few minutes, but he continues. A sheen of sweat that has formed, trickles down his back, as he pumps up and down, never once even pausing to rest. I can hear his labored breaths, and I know he’s been at this a while.
    Suddenly, his hand slips off, no doubt from the perspiration of his palms, and he’s knocked off balance, almost falling out of his chair.
    “Agh!” he exclaims, as he tries to right himself.
    Automatically, I rush in, ready to catch him, or at least soften his fall. I grab him around the chest from behind and pull him back onto the seat. He squirms in my arms, and pries my hands apart.
    “ What the hell do you think you’re doing? ” he barks. I back off immediately as he turns to face me. “ Why are you in here? ” His face is full of rage, and I know I made yet another mistake.
    “I…I’m sorry. I thought you needed my help. You fell…you almost fell. I was just trying to help,” I say, desperate for some sort of sympathetic look. “I was just doing my job,” I say softly out of frustration.
    “I don’t need your help or your pity. Save it for some frail, old lady!” he spits. “Were you spying on me? How long were you standing there?” His tone is accusatory, as if I was ogling him for fun, which in a way, I suppose I was. Tears threaten, but I hold them at bay.
    “Only for a few seconds,” I lie. “The dishes are done, and the house has been tidied. I was looking for you to ask what else I can do.”
    He sighs loudly.
    “Nothing. You can go.”
    “But, I still have most of my shift left.”
    “I can take it from here.”
    My puzzled look generates an expression of, are you stupid? from him, so I step back and bow my head. I hear another exasperated sigh.
    “Look, I’m good. My brother hired your company to come and babysit me while he’s at work. I don’t really need you here. I’ll call and tell them I dismissed you, so you don’t get in trouble.” I nod without looking at him. “If you want, you can take the garbage out to the street before you go. My brother will practically wet himself with delight,” he says sarcastically.
    “Okay,” I say quietly then back away from his room, until he’s out of my line of sight. I turn the corner