“Wait until you meet Mrs. Sanchez,” I said. “She is nasty.”
“No, she isn't.” Sharon protested, but mildly. There seemed to be a spring in her step. “Don't listen to him, Nathalie. He exaggerates something terrible.”
The first day I was home, I spent sleeping for the most part. The doctor said I should get up and move around. I wondered what was happening at the office. Roberto and I had spoken briefly on the phone and he assured me that everything was okay, running smoothly and that worried me. He said that Ruth had asked about me, in a moment of weakness probably. Jessica had sent flowers, a nice potted mum, that I thought was very considerate of her. I hoped she hadn't had any more breakdowns while I'd been away.
That evening, I pulled a robe around me and went downstairs to the kitch
