He's asleep but awakens to a sweet smell of vanilla and caramel when she enters his room. He is still groggy, and his eyelids feel heavy. He hears her say, “Mr. Jones, it is Nurse Nora. I’m here to check on you and make sure you are okay.” Her voice was silky and soft, yet slightly husky as if she was a woman who has been aging like a fine Cabernet. He opens his eyes to slits, barely seeing her form. He is shocked when he...