41 - Maeve
I sat on the back porch, savoring the coffee Kathleen had poured in my china mug. The antibiotic bottle was finally empty; the jellyfish marks on my leg toned down to a light pink. The crutches were less and less needed, but the nice Dr. Salim insisted I did not put too much weight on the mending knee.
All those nine days, I had been a good girl and did not wander away from my dual self-assigned tasks. Not even to get a glimpse of one handsome, blond fisherman cousin overhauling his boat. This morning, a mellowed Kathleen had reminisced about Bryan and Stella, and about their dream of opening a small guest house.
I surveyed the backyard garden, proud like a mom. The rains of the last two days had made every leaf sparkling like jewels.
The clump of giant hogweed was gone, hac
