Chapter 43 –  I Like Iron Man

(Finn’s POV)

“Is that it?”

I slightly raised my head, half-smiling as I looked at Mrs. Antonetta, then I returned my eyes to the orange I was peeling. I knew it was childish to mope around just because my secretary didn’t see any good things in me despite my effort last night to bring her dinner and return to the office because I was worried about her.

“I like Iron Man,” she said, shrugging and looking at me like there was something funny on my face.

Mrs. Antonetta was one of my favorite residents in The Nursing Home of St. Mary, and if I weren’t busy, I would come and visit her to read a book or talk about trivial matters. My family was active volunteers and sponsors, providing financial assistance and time for the residents. Sister Grace and Rose liked us cheering the elders rather than just sending checks for them.

Whenever I was here, she often preferred to be wheeled in the garden and talked about her younger days, telling me about the men she dated, the best and worst ones, and