After checking out of the hospital, Naomi moved in with Welita and Chuy. Welita’s insistence, though predictable, was unnecessary: Naomi was happy to move in with them. Over the next few weeks, she went to Mass with Welita as promised. It wasn’t that bad. Standing and kneeling throughout the Mass was annoying, but the murmurs of prayers echoing through the large church were actually quite soothing, even if they were in Spanish and she had no idea what they were saying.
Naomi walked past the glass door of the office building for the fifth time that afternoon. She was feeling a lot better and had put off going to the psychologist, thinking she wouldn’t need him after all. However, when she’d asked Welita if she could have her bike back, Welita told her it was time to visit the psychologist.
